Posts by: Sarah

Sarah is obviously in love with chaos, as she has actively sought it since her daughter “Princess” was born in 2006. A cross-country move when Princess was four months old landed her back in the Silicon Valley, where her computer geek husband, Hubby 1.0, could dwell with his kind. In 2007, she decided to go to graduate school, which she’s completing as slowly as possible. When her son, “Caveman,” arrived in the fall of 2008, life just got more entertaining. An aspiring librarian, Sarah is often found at story time bribing Caveman to pay attention with granola bars and goldfish. She’s also on a quest to find a haircut that requires absolutely no styling and still looks good on those days when a shower just doesn’t happen. In her spare time, she picks up toys, does laundry, cooks, checks facebook obsessively, submits photos to “$*%# my Kids Ruined,” and organizes play dates with a great group of moms who keep her sane.

Ever notice that your children have NO sense of urgency when you need them to hurry, but if they decide they’d like another waffle while you’re in the bathroom it’s a matter of life or death?


Doing “It” the Man’s Way

My husband is a really smart guy.  Seriously, he can read about something in a book and understand how to do it himself, no instruction required.  I consider myself fortunate because this ability means he can fix things around our house that would be far more expensive to have done professionally.  Sometimes, though, this blessing is a curse.

No matter how simple the task, with hubby dear, it always becomes complicated. This weekend, as I was lugging both kids by myself to a home improvement store to buy some forgotten item for one of his projects, I thought about what it would be like if I cooked the way he does home projects. I think it would go something like this:

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My kids have a bad case of PGSD:  Post-Grandparent Spoiled Disorder.  For those of you unfamiliar with PGSD, it is characterized by a dramatic increase in whining, pouting, and tantrums, a loss of ability to use words like “please” and “thank you” and ask nicely, and the expectation that every whim will be entertained instantly.

If your children are suffering from PGSD, you may notice that they express unusual dietary requests, like fruit snacks for breakfast or popcorn for dinner.  They may begin to whine if you don’t give them what they want within 2 nanoseconds.  PGSD can also infect a child’s toys, causing their rooms to be suddenly overwhelmed with new acquisitions, usually ones that make noises or have impractical, small parts or are completely age-inappropriate. In rare extreme cases, PGSD can involve live pets, ear piercing, or the inexplicable introduction of chewing gum to your two-year-old.  In older children, expect a considerable amount of heavy sighing.

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Get It Together

You know those mothers who always look perfect?  They fix their hair and wear make-up every day, they only wear workout clothing if they are actually working out, and in general they just seem to have it together?  Yeah.  I am not one of those mothers.  I’m the other kind.

I’m the kind of mother who wears a velour tracksuit on a good day.  For me, putting on a pair of jeans counts as “dressing up.”  In fact, I’ve been known to take off my jeans when I get home and put on a pair of sweats or yoga pants because that way, my jeans don’t get dirty and I can wear them again the next time I leave the house (and despite the fact that I probably own 10 pairs of jeans, there are maybe 2 that actually fit).  I own make up, but I don’t wear it very often, and I’ve been known to go 6 months or more without a haircut.  I usually intend to at least blow-dry my hair on days when I get a shower, but about 80% of the time, I’m at school drop-off with wet hair.

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Silicon Mom: Excess Baggage

As most of you know, I lost half my body weight between Dec. 2012 and Sept. 2013.  That left me with a lot of excess skin and two very very sad boobs.  Because of all the exercise I did, underneath that skin I was pretty fit, so my joke was I had the body of an extremely fit 80-year-old woman.  Joking aside, that extra skin really impacted my view of myself.

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Silicon Mom: That’s What Little Boys Are Made Of

Caveman is five.  FIVE—as in one hand.  His room already carries the distinct odor of boy.

Parents of boys, or teachers, or coaches, or humans who have ever been near boys know what I mean.  It’s a kind of musty, stinky smell that just, well, is the smell of boy.  I knew it would come one day, but I thought there would be two digits in his age.  Unfortunately, I was wrong.

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Silicon Mom: Review of ‘Princess’s Hair Salon in the Bathroom’

I couldn’t find this place on Yelp, so I’m forced to leave my review here.

I should have known that visiting this “salon,” if you can even call it that, was a bad idea when I was basically forced to visit it against my will.  I thought perhaps the name was a cute marketing trick, but no—this “salon” is literally located in a bathroom, as in there is a tub, toilet, and sink.  My choice of seating was either the toilet or a footstool in front of it.  Reasoning that it would allow better access to my hair, I chose the footstool and hoped that I wouldn’t regret my decision to allow Princess to style my hair.

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Silicon Mom: Love for JLK

This isn’t the column I was planning to write.  I had something planned—something light, and kind of funny, and that captured one of the sweet moments of parenting.  But then something happened.

A friend lost her six-year-old daughter.  This mother, Libby, who was part of Caveman’s playgroup as a baby, is amazing.  She and her husband struggled with infertility for years, coping with miscarriage after miscarriage.  Still, the couple never lost hope, and eventually their faith was rewarded.

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Silicon Mom: Uncovering Myself

Uncovering Myself

In the summer of 2012, I was at a local amusement park with my family.  The kids were particularly excited, because this amusement park has paddle boats shaped like ducks and swans, and you can ride in them—but with no more than two people.  Usually, if I took the kids during the week, we had to skip them because I couldn’t just leave one of the monkeys stranded alone on the dock, but this time Hubby was with us and we were all going to get to ride in the paddle boats.

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Silicon Mom: ‘Tis the Season

I love the holidays.  The music, the decorations, the way I can manipulate my children into behaving for a solid month.  I mean, sure, deep down I know I’m probably going to have to pay for it with a therapist when they’re older, but it’s amazing how effective a well placed, “well, I hope Santa didn’t see that!” can be when you’re tired at the end of the day and just want a minute of peace.

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