It’s that time of year again where I’ve started to plan my daughter’s fourth birthday party. Scratch that; I’d actually started planning it the day after her third birthday party, but that’s just semantics. Regardless, as she approaches four years old, I can’t help but feel more than ready to put three behind us. Three
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My daughter was never a thumb sucker. She never really favored one stuffed toy or a blanket to carry around a lovey. A couple of the things that I perceive as classic kid moves, just didn’t catch on with my daughter. She does, however, have her own little habits. She may not have had a
I like having a schedule. Since I’ve been home with my daughter full time I haven’t really needed to take as much care with a schedule since our days are less structured and I simply don’t have the same volume of meetings, events and obligations as I did when I was working a nine-to-five –
After rushing through this week I sat down, at the last minute – true to form, for this week – to write my weekly post and checked in with the blog first to see what my fellow writers had been up to. I could have written Ann’s post this week (and, well, nearly did, before
I’ve vowed to make myself a priority in the new year. Call it a resolution if you will, but this decision had more to do with the fact that I had free time over my school break to start focusing than it had to do with the start of a new year. Regardless, what it
You belong in my arms, not at the end of my wagging finger. It didn’t feel good tonight when we yelled. Yelling never feels right, but sometimes we do it anyway. I’m still figuring out how to be your mom, and sometimes I make mistakes. Hopefully when you’re older you’ll remember that I remind you
It’s hard to believe it’s been nearly two years since I last documented the cute mispronunciations my daughter would make as her vocabulary expanded. Though now she can talk a blue streak and at times sounds rather mature when she speaks, she still has words and phrases that I want to share so that I
It bothered me for some time that I didn’t see much of me in my daughter. I don’t think at first that I realized that this pushed a button with me, or maybe I felt a bit guilty for even thinking it and didn’t want to admit it. I mean, I spent 9 months growing
Our house isn’t teeny tiny, but it’s not huge, either. Our living space isn’t stingy for every day living (I happen to love this house) but when you need to consider a safe place to put a large tree covered in several dozen of your fragile, sentimental keepsakes, we need to get a bit creative.
Well, we’ve made it to Friday, but what a week it’s been. My daughter has had a challenging few days and, therefore, so have I. With all of the whining, she has me reaching for my wine tonight. Here’s just a few of the things I’ve heard tantrums over this week: My boots are slippery.