On demand

Dec 8, 2014 by

Being at home full-time with Lenny, my day is largely structured around his schedule. However, despite trying to keep to a predictable routine for meals, naps and bedtime, an infant can be, well, unpredictable. We’ve been going through a clingy phase lately and, combined with what I believe is a growth spurt, recently our days have been less ruled by routine and more by the needs of my growing baby.  Taking the predictability out of our day is sometimes freeing, and sometimes challenging. It can be exhausting being on-demand to a clingy, needy baby.

Happy baby

Dec 1, 2014 by

Today, I want to celebrate my happy baby.

 

One of Lenny's first smiles, caught on camera.  Photo credit Gena Golas.

One of Lenny’s first smiles, caught on camera. Photo credit Gena Golas.

We can’t get through one aisle at the grocery store without someone stopping us to comment that Lenny is “such a happy baby.”  He willingly gives these strangers a big toothy smile if they come anywhere near the cart to get a better look. He is often playing in the cart, cooing and babbling and taking everything in as we roll up and down the aisles. My happy baby brings a smile to my face, even while doing something as routine as grocery shopping.

 

Laid back and happy. Photo credit M. Allard.

 

Smiles for Daddy.  Photo credit M. Markure.

Smiles for Daddy. Photo credit M. Markure.

 

Happy while playing.  Photo credit Gena Golas.

Happy while playing. Photo credit Gena Golas.

Breastfeeding, weaning and everything in between

Nov 24, 2014 by

As I write this, I am nursing my son late at night after he returned home from a long day at grandma’s. I had a long, busy day too, hosting our annual Friendsgiving, and I had no time to pump during the day. I feel sick to my stomach, headachy and so relieved when he is finally able to latch on and give us both some comfort.

My son will be 11 months old next week.  Incredible how time flies. I remember being pregnant thinking, If we’re able to, I’d like to breastfeed for one year, and then I’ll probably want my body back. One year will be perfect. I also remember my attitude about breastfeeding before I got pregnant: what a weird concept. I mean, you’re feeding another human with milk that comes out of your nipples. I thought a year-long goal of breastfeeding sounded generous, finite, and doable.

This is motherhood.

Nov 17, 2014 by

Motherhood is some days not having enough energy to put on real pants, and other days finding time to make homemade baby food, take a walk to the park, play at the library, unload and load the dishwasher, do three loads of laundry, and manage to fit in three meals and two naps.

Motherhood is feeling lonely in the house because your baby is asleep, so you sneak into their room and wake them up a little so you can get one last snuggle in for the night.

Motherhood is ignoring stares from passing cars because you’re getting your baby to laugh big belly laughs with your amazing car dancing.

Motherhood is accepting open-mouth kisses from your sick baby even though snot is pouring out of his nose.

Motherhood is not minding too much when your child reaches into your ice cream bowl and grabs the cherry you’ve been saving for last and eats it.

The unintentional stay-at-home mom

Nov 10, 2014 by

I’ve recently found myself…between jobs, you could say. I’ve been reluctant to write about my layoff because having a job is extremely important to me, and my pride was hurt. I was embarrassed. I still am. I know people get laid off all the time, but this was new to me and I was truly thrown for a loop. Even though I wasn’t the only one laid off within my company, and I believe them when I was told it had nothing to do with my performance, I took the news very personally and, if I’m honest with myself, not very well.

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