Maybe once we’ve weaned I’ll start exercising again. Let’s just say it’s been a while. I’ve never been diligent about exercise—I’ll try a few months at a gym, or a new class of some sort, but get bored after a short amount of time and never really pick anything back up again. When we were in the middle… Read More Maybe once we’ve weaned…
Tonight my son woke up, crying out for me in a way that is rare for him, even when he is sick. The past few days he’s been battling a cold, made worse by a rash on his face that we determined at the pediatrician today to be bacterial. Even this time, you almost wouldn’t… Read More Finding new ways to comfort
During the first week of pastry school, we were given our knife kits. I remember standing in one of the teaching kitchens and unpacking the nylon bag like it was a Christmas present. Inside I found just the right spatulas, thermometers, piping tips, and knives (although I still covet the meat fabrication knives that my… Read More Building my mommy toolkit
“I’m glad we’re not done breastfeeding. Even past my one-year goal, I don’t feel the need to “have my body back” yet. It helps that our nursing sessions have gotten shorter, easier and less frequent than, say, this time last year. Yes, it’s bonding time for the two of us, but it’s also become a… Read More Nursing a toddler: an update
Motherhood is giving up the last couch cushion you were sitting on because his new favorite thing is to make pillow forts out of them. Motherhood is kissing a face full of boogers because one of his newest phrases is “mommy kiss” and naturally you just have to oblige. Motherhood is letting your child accompany… Read More This is motherhood, too.
I’m sitting here nursing Lenny after he’s had what seems to be a rough day at daycare (he threw up part of his lunch, but that’s all I know–somehow the details of this were fuzzy by the time they got to me), and it seems right now that we are very, definitely NOT weaning. But,… Read More Weaning a toddler
Here is a picture of Lenny taking a bath in the tub for the first time: 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… Read More If not now, then when?
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… Read More Learning how to not hold a grudge
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… Read More 8 things that happened when my son had a sleepover at Grandma’s
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… Read More Do one thing every day