We’ve all heard the African adage “It takes a village to raise a child.” It has taken an unfortunate turn of events to remind me that I need to thank the people in my children’s village and tell them how much they mean to us.
Call me crazy, but very little in motherhood stresses me out more than a well-baby visit to the pediatrician. My daughter just had her 15-month appointment, which means that I have sweated through approximately 47 of these thus far. Part of the problem is that my girl inexplicably screams through the entire thing. This time, we
Carrying out my daughter’s bedtime routine is one of my favorite parts of the day. When I started doing it, I would give her a bath, rub a little lotion on her, read her a book, give her a bottle, and check the baby message boards while rocking her to sleep. Yup, that’s right. Checking
From age twelve months until about eighteen months, my Little had a terrible rash on his bum. This was no ordinary diaper rash — his bum was covered with an angry red rash that routinely bled when we wiped it, as gentle was we tried to be. Over the course of his treatment, Little was variously