Baking biscotti makes me feel like a better mother.
In December 2005, when the twins and my legal career were about a year old and I was struggling to figure out how to be a mother and a lawyer at the same time, a friend, a paralegal at my firm, gave me a recipe for biscotti. Continue reading
My youngest daughter, Charlotte, just started nursery school. She attends the same school my twins did, who are six years older than she is. When the twins started, I was grateful for the phase-in period, where caregivers had to stay in the back of the room for the first few sessions, all of which were shorter than the full 2 hour 45 minutes. I was not sure they were ready to be dropped off – it seemed like a big transition for them and for me.
This time around, when I got the phase-in schedule for Charlotte, I wondered aloud to my husband why we could not just drop her off for the whole session the first day. He reminded me of how grateful I had been with the twins in 2007, and that she is actually three months younger than they were when they started. But even he, as the primary caregiver, is willing to drop her off much more readily than he was the twins.
This third child seems to benefit from our experience and also maybe suffer a bit. It’s a strange brew of impatience and wisdom and jaded parenting. Continue reading
I have a post today at Twiniversity compiling research about the benefits and drawbacks of skim milk. I write that Continue reading
The day after my twins were born, my mom handed me the birth certificates the nurse had brought in earlier. I had put them aside, too consumed with the status of my tiny preemies, a few floors down from me in the neonatal intensive care unit, their tiny bodies engulfed in tubes, where they would stay for two months. “They cannot be Parker A and Parker B forever,” my mom said to me now, referring to the nomenclature doctors use for twins in utero and in the NICU. Those little beings in the incubators did not seem real to me at that moment, but she was, obviously, right.
I realized I had no second name, first or middle. In fact, I had no middle name for the first twin. All I had was Natalie. Continue reading
There are some childhood milestones I dread, though I know they must (and should) happen. The advent of the “why” question is one. But the one that I truly detest is the move from the crib to the toddler bed. This is compounded by our Manhattan living situation – three kids in one room. Continue reading
CNN will be showcasing two different female career arcs these next few months. As the network scrambles under new management, pulling in new talent and launching new shows, a potential paradigm shift for women’s careers will be playing out on screen. Continue reading