If not now, then when?

Aug 21, 2015 by

Here is a picture of Lenny taking a bath in the tub for the first time:

The picture I posted on the internet.  Photo credit Gena Golas.

The bath time picture I posted on the internet, naturally.
Photo credit Gena Golas.

If you’re like me, you think waiting 19 months before putting a kid in the tub for the first time is a long time to wait. Not that there’s any rush, but Lenny had been developmentally ready for almost a year—sitting up unassisted, good motor skills, attention span to sit and play for longer stretches of time. Why did we wait so long, then, before transferring bath time from the kitchen sink to the upstairs tub?

 

Here’s why: the ugly, painted-pink-plus-gold-foil-with-pink-roses-wallpaper upstairs bathroom. Up until recently, this bathroom hardly got used—the most traffic it saw was for my many overnight trips to pee during my pregnancy. We didn’t want to use the bathroom for much else until it was renovated.

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Learning how to not hold a grudge

Aug 7, 2015 by

SMACK!

It came out of nowhere and all that was left was a sharp stinging in my cheek.

My son had just slapped me across the face.

I sat there, stunned, for a few seconds while I let the initial shock wear off. My son is 18 months old–he didn’t mean it. I mean, he deliberately wound up, pulled his arm back, and slapped my cheek. But he didn’t do it with the intent to hurt me. It was done in a moment of play, and certainly not out of anger.  He’s at the age where he’s learning boundaries and testing them every day, this being no exception. He needs to be taught what is acceptable and what won’t be tolerated.

Knowing what lesson to teach him was easy. It was moving on from the incident that was hard for me.

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8 things that happened when my son had a sleepover at Grandma’s

Jul 24, 2015 by

1) Crossed some more items off the to-do list. Yes, multiple items. It felt great, and the house felt cleaner, at least until Lenny got home the next day. It was a glorious 18 hours or so.

 

2) Used the bathroom uninterrupted, and with the door closed for the duration. Heavenly.

 

3) Slept through the night. Lenny has been in a clingy, whiney Mommy Phase lately and has been waking up in the middle of the night. Turns out he slept fine at Grandma’s (of COURSE he did!) and I got some much-needed sleep as well.

 

4) Cooked a meal with multiple steps, which involved multiple pans.

 

5) On second thought, a quick trip for burritos sounded like a better option. A rare night “out” with my honey!

 

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Do one thing every day

Jun 26, 2015 by

 

The stuff. Sometimes I feel crushed by the weight of it all. It’s not just the physical stuff–the piles of laundry, the toys everywhere, the dishes that fill the sink. It’s also the burden of paying bills on time, attempting to get “me” and “us” time in and, oh yeah, not messing up the raising of our tiny human. There are a few days when the pressure gets so great it almost immobilizes me and I feel like doing zero of the things; most days, however, I try to keep chugging along.

 

My motto for those days when I feel stressed out simply by being an adult? Do one thing every day.

 

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Bedtime snuggles

Jun 5, 2015 by

I don’t always get bedtime snuggles. Most nights I’m the one putting Lenny to bed, but most nights we’re also nursing to sleep. I suppose I do get a special kind of cuddle while he nurses, but I commented to my husband the other day that I wish I could get the kind of snuggles where Lenny wraps his arms around me and puts his head on my shoulder. He would sleep on me like this as a little newborn but, now that he’s a mobile toddler, these day’s I’m more suited for clinging to, playing on, or nursing. I love all of those things (except maybe the constant clinging), but I do miss sleepy snuggles.

 

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