Every time I go to my OB’s Hartford office, I second-guess myself about where to go—do I send the elevator to the 7th or the 9th floor? Each time, I look at the directory on the wall to confirm that I need the 7th floor, then ascend with the elevator to my appointment.   Why,… Read More The ninth floor

Tonight, Lenny got his first mom-issued time out, and we both survived to tell the tale. Truthfully, the time out was a long time coming. Despite Lenny being the generally well behaved, good natured kid he’s always been, he is also fully in the throes of Being Two And A Half–testing limits, and his ability… Read More Mom’s first time out

I don’t even know how to begin to write this post, partly because I was unsure if I was going to write it in the first place. I suppose I should begin with…I’m pregnant.   Wait, let me start again—I’m PREGNANT!   That’s better. I think? I’ve been so on the fence about publicly sharing… Read More Elation, disbelief, surprise, fear, excitement, and…guilt?

“I love you too, Momma.” We’re sitting quietly at bedtime when he says it. He says it like he’s answering me, but I didn’t say, “I love you.”  Not out loud, anyway. It’s like he knows I say it over and over in my head, and he’s answering me anyway. I love you, I love… Read More “I love you too, Momma.”

Last week was my 35th birthday. It was a Monday like any other—I woke up.  I went to work. I came home. I went grocery shopping. We had dinner.  I spent a little time with my husband.  I went to bed. All the little things that make up a day—pretty unordinary for a birthday, but it… Read More The little things

After two years, one month and nine days, Lenny has weaned.   To say that the weaning process has taken a lot of time could be an understatement. First, there was the decision to actually start weaning. I had wanted to for a while, but couldn’t figure out how (or maybe, couldn’t muster the courage?)… Read More Taking time

Lenny’s birthday was last month, and The Two’s have officially hit us full-force. He is discovering his two-year old world faster and more thoroughly than before and, along with an exploding vocabulary and personality, Lenny has fully transitioned from baby to toddler. With these new developments, Lenny is also more independent than ever before, and… Read More Taking “my” time

Frazzled mom moment #35979573: I dropped my son off at daycare with my pants unzipped and unbuttoned. I had absolutely no idea until I was getting back into the car.   Frazzled mom moment #35979574: I did it again a few weeks later.   Frazzled mom moment #86940385: I can somehow remember to pack 3… Read More Frazzled mom moments

If you’ve been following my recent posts, you know that most days I feel desperate to wean Lenny and end our breastfeeding relationship. I’ve been the one initiating the weaning process, and arguably the most vocal about it.  This is my decision and I should be happy. So why does this feel like a bad… Read More Dumped.