Last week, we broke our daughter's heart. We denied her her one true love- something that brings her comfort, something she's held dear her entire life. Ever since the night she took her first breath, it's been there for her. Through sleep, sickness, happy times, the boring times ... this precious talisman has calmed and soothed her.… Continue reading the paci menance
running fool
I've never liked running. Running, to me, it torture in slow motion. And in my case, very slow motion, especially if I'm running long distance. For track in high school, I ran sprints just because I wanted to get the running over and done with a fast as possible, not because I had any talent… Continue reading running fool
just keep “swimming”
I sat in the kiddie pool a few days ago, with my 10-month-old in my lap. He was happily splashing away. Meanwhile, on the hot concrete, my 2-year-old was pacing back and forth, throwing toys in the water, but refusing to go into the one-foot deep pool. And in another four-foot pool, my husband was… Continue reading just keep “swimming”
gone
So I've gone and done it. Become one of the masses of hoards of abandoned "mommyhood" blogs. I didn't intend to- of course not. So here comes the next cliche- the "promise of more frequent updating". It's not that my source material is any different. I keep having the thoughts: I should write about this,… Continue reading gone
the pleasure of a terrible guilty binge
This weekend I fell into a vortex of bad television. Do you have TV show you hate to admit to watching? Mine is embarrassing. Like, really really embarrassing. I have to preface the name of the show with a yes I know this show is terrible and anti-feminist and trashy and portrays Americans at their worst.… Continue reading the pleasure of a terrible guilty binge
the gift of gifting
This time of year is full of birthday parties. And, like the Christmas shopping season, I find my anxiety rising and the thought of picking out a present. It's not that I don't want to give something thoughtful and nice; it's I'm terrible at it. There are some consumers who excel at buying gifts. I've… Continue reading the gift of gifting
ticking stink bomb
As I type this, half my attention is on my two-year-old. L is currently on the couch, legs crossed, without pants on. Yes, friends, the time has come. We have ditched diapers. It's day 1. I did the 3-Day-Potty method with E, but he was much older (3 years, 2 months). He got the hang… Continue reading ticking stink bomb
rainy weekend days
Need I type more? It's miserable and dreary outside; my kids are driving me up the wall, my dog is afoot at all times just pleading with me for a walk, yet the wind and the rain bluster on and it's so vile out CPS will visit if my neighbors see me dragging three kids… Continue reading rainy weekend days
earning the stripes
This weekend I took three kids to a county farm 50 minutes away and rocked it. I mean, I really did. It was easy, even. All by myself I navigated and educated and culture-ated the kids. I strapped two babies onto me, and my six-year-old walked along with me and we took in the baby… Continue reading earning the stripes
