Look who just turned three months old. A half of a half of a year old. For three months I haven't worked, but instead have taken care of my beautiful boys. Best three months of my life, hands down. I know them better than anyone does and love them more than I can explain. There is... Continue Reading →
Someone asked me once what my parenting philosophy is."What the fuck is a parenting philosophy?" was my response. I guess it's answers to all these questions that you agree upon with your spouse before your child is even born.ie: Will we spank him? Will we let him cry or run to him? Will he sleep... Continue Reading →
Within an hour of me waking up after Holden was born, Steve and I vowed we would stop at two children. We were not going to have any more. We weren't going to talk about it anymore - two was it. The experience was traumatic and we have said from the beginning that two boys... Continue Reading →
I have been making Brandon say "thank you" every time I've done something for him for months now. I don't know how sincere it is, when I'm prodding it out of him, but he says it just the same.But today was the first time he said it on his own, without me telling him to.... Continue Reading →
This week has been a real turning point for me. This week I have let go of what I will call my "lazy parenting." That is to mean, I was basically babysitting Brandon before. This week, I started to finally do something about raising my children responsibly. For example, it has been no secret that... Continue Reading →
After my post about not wanting to be Just a Mom, Donna suggested I read Bringing up Bébé. It's about an American mom who discovers the secrets of French parenting. I'm only a few chapters in, and already, I know I needed this book. I have been the classic American hover parent. I cave in... Continue Reading →
In the spirit of honesty, I'll shoot it to you straight. I was unsure if I wanted to be a stay-at-home mom. There, I said it. I know, I'm a terrible person. Whatever. But I have been working for a very long time and I get a sense of accomplishment and identity out of it.... Continue Reading →
I have not done this for years, I feelintensely happy, drawing the sockup the calf--Other foot--as if we are back in the days of my great usefulness. ~"Socks" by Sharon Olds; "The Wellspring"I think what draws a child so much to his mother is how useful she is to him. I am his world. I help... Continue Reading →
Today Holden is five weeks old. His first three weeks, he was a little angel. He slept well, ate on a schedule, and rarely cried. Even when he did cry, it was just a soft whimper. Damn, I thought he was the perfect baby. But these past two weeks, they have been a different story altogether.... Continue Reading →
Now that I don't work outside the home, I fear becoming just a mom. I am many things besides a mother: a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend. I'm a walker, a sometimes runner, a jigsaw puzzle enthusiast, a homeowner, a reader, a writer, and many other things.But being a mother seems to overshadow... Continue Reading →
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