Blogger Style: Mom-at-home wear and cost per wear

Apr 16, 2014 by

This weekend our family went to the Easter Apple Hunt at Lyman Orchards.  After our hunt we headed into Middletown for lunch at Five Guys.  Sitting waiting for our order, the woman at the table across from me looked me in the eye and said “Are you Cora?”  My first thought was “how does she know me?” and then before I could come to the conclusion she followed up with “I read the blog and I’m friends with Elise, I recognized you.”  My second thought was “OMG what am I wearing?”  I decided I looked OK, until she followed up by saying that my style posts were her favorite.  So glad I was unshowered in a baseball cap when she met me to throw all credibility out the window.  In any case, Mom who’s name I never got, I’m glad you read the blog, thanks for your kind words and for having the guts to introduce yourself to a stranger.  This one’s for you.

The Evolution of Car Seats

Apr 16, 2014 by

My third eldest daughter helped me out of a bind yesterday because my 13-year old car decided to once again die on me. Trish just gave birth to a 10 lb. 1 oz. 21.5” long bruiser of a son! (He honestly looks like he could get up and walk!)

Anyway, she came to my rescue and dragged me around to deliver things to FedEx, get a rental car, etc., and so little Owen (that’s my latest grandson’s name) was tucked securely in a car seat that looked like something that was going to launch into space.

Thinking back to when I was a child (many, many moons ago), I marveled at the fact that any of us grew to adulthood! That was because there were NO car seats for infants! Our mothers used to hold us in the front seat or, when we got too large for her to handle, she would put us in a sort of bassinette that wasn’t attached to anything. It just sat on the back seat of the car and she would have to keep her arm on it if there were any sudden stops.

Sick Day

Apr 16, 2014 by

Not much is as sad as seeing your child sick. Well, maybe one thing: seeing your child sick, heading out the door to work, and knowing that the adult who is responsible for her care that day is going to let the house go to complete hell. Forgive my drama, but sweet Pete — this drives me bananas.

My daughter had a nasty cold this past week, complete with fever. So that means one thing for sure: NO DAYCARE. I stayed home on the first day, secretly happy about throwing the cares of work out the window — trading in deadlines and endless documentation for pajamas, movies, and needy toddler snuggles. I really don’t mean to sound so terrible as to suggest that I was happy that she was sick so that I could stay home, but I felt good knowing that her Mommy was there to making her cozy and wait on her hand and foot.

Responding to Limit-Testing While Staying Sane

Apr 16, 2014 by

Asserting themselves. Testing. Pushing the limits. Driving us crazy. Call it what you will, all kids have occasional stages that feel like never-ending parent versus child power struggles. We’ve been in a phase of limit-testing lately at my house with my almost-three-year-old. Every day feels like opposite-day.

“I want a bagel for breakfast, please.”

“Ok, here’s your bagel!”

“I WANTED CEREAL! I changed my mind! Make this bagel go AWAY!”

This is how most of our days have gone lately. He wants his banana cut up. As soon as it’s cut, he wants it whole. He wants a glass of water, no, wait milk, no, wait water! Each day takes every ounce of patience that I have in me. Why is this happening?

Let it Go

Apr 15, 2014 by

I promise, this is not an analysis of the movie “Frozen” or its impact on the repeat-cycle of my brain, though I should apologize for the fact that it’ll now likely be running circles in yours for the rest of the day.  Nope, today I’m simply here to say:

“Let it Go.”

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I have a few friends that are going through some pretty tough times.  In addition, in the work I do, supporting those affected by violence, having a tough time is what brings them to us.  As I’ve watched, listened to, and read how we collectively respond to struggle, illness, trauma and grief, I feel compelled to gently remind us all that sometimes, we have to let it go.  Let the tears out, let the howling begin, let yourself fall into a crumpled mass on the floor: Please, let it go.

Judging Less Takes Practice – No One’s Perfect

Apr 15, 2014 by

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Throughout our Campaign for Judgement-Free Motherhood I’ve tried to emphasize that for those who see the value in judging other moms less, the way to start is by simply noticing when we’re doing it. From my personal experience, it’s easy to go down a dark rabbit hole of judgment and negativity if I choose to follow those kinds of thoughts and honestly, I don’t like the way I feel when I’m in that kind of head space.

I deeply believe in universal compassion, kindness and seeing the good in other people. But still sometimes I falter. I’ve noticed in the past few weeks that I’ve been judging people more than usual, which I think is a result of some negative stuff that’s been going on in my personal life. It’s definitely harder to let judgmental thoughts go when your mind isn’t in the greatest place.

Sharing Childhood Joy with My Children

Apr 15, 2014 by

berenstain bears bookI’ve never considered myself a “collector”, so when my mom brought over all of my old children’s books, I was pleasantly surprised to see my collection of Berenstain Bears books. After my mom left, I took the pile of nearly 40 books and placed them on my daughter’s bookshelf. As with most things these days, I was instantly distracted by something or someone in need of my attention and went about the day.

Then, a few nights ago, as my son was choosing a book for us to read before bed, he called my attention to the back of one of the Berenstain Bear books that was in his bookshelf. “Mommy”, he said, “we haven’t read this one, or this one. Where can we get those books?” And that’s when the memories rushed back in.

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