My youngest turned seven last month. And he still has all of his baby teeth, is still a terrible eater, and has zero reservations about going to the doctor. One day he will kill me for telling you this, but I still carry him to bed every night and he has that same “spot blankie”… Read More My Seven Year Old Infant
“Surprise!” we yelled, as we stood, chilly, at her front door in our pajamas and winter coats. “Why, thank you!” she gasped. “Come on in!” We walked softly through the dim living room, carrying a large, three layer chocolate cake with a dusting of sprinkles on top, and brightly colored birthday candles. We sang to… Read More When You Wonder if This Whole Motherhood Thing is Worth It
Confession: I am a recovering crier. I used to shed tears pretty much over anything, from someone hurting my feelings, to forgetting the pasta boiling on the stove and it turning to mush, someone hurting my feelings, a Jim Cogdill Dodge/Chrysler/Jeep/Ram commercial, looking at wedding photos of my grandfather sitting in the front row (he… Read More Please Stop Telling Me to “Enjoy My Babies”
I can remember the first day it happened. It was 2007. Miley Cyrus was still a normal human being. I was a new mom to a very colicky newborn whom would projectile vomit every time she was breastfed. Blogs and parenting books were on the rise, and all I knew to do in an immediate… Read More Stop Making Motherhood Your Idol.