The first month DC was with us, he couldn’t fall asleep. New place, new crib, new faces, it was all so unfamiliar to him that as soon as he relaxed enough that sleep was possible, all the strangeness rushed in and he’d wake up again, crying. I’d go to him, pat his back if that’s… Read More The end was like the beginning
I think that most of us have had the experience of doing or saying something and almost immediately having a realization of “I shouldn’t have done that”. For me, it’s almost always accompanied by a heavy sinking feeling in my stomach as I realize that whatever I just did or said was most definitely the wrong thing,… Read More When God says “Don’t do it”
I have heard this question, in all its forms, so many times. A child whose family can barely put food on the table wonders why she received a hat and scarf from Santa when her schoolmate received a most-coveted Rainbow Loom and dozens of packets of circlets. Another family wonders why Santa skips his house, not understanding… Read More Why does Santa treat different families differently?
I know that children, eventually, grow out of a need to know exactly where their mother is at all times of the day and night. Eventually. But mine aren’t there yet. It’s 3:13 in the morning, and I am just now able to leave their room without one of them shrieking. We don’t do “cry… Read More You have a child – you will never sleep again!
I have a large bag of fun-size 3 Musketeers bars. A very large bag. I got it Thursday and ate one or two. But since FRIDAY, well, let’s just say that was only two days ago and the bag is now almost empty. There is a reason. Most of you have been in an airport. You know… Read More The cure for too much noise is chocolate
Being a mom is lovely, absolutely lovely. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Keep your corporate job, keep your million dollars, I’ll keep my stay at home with two toddlers life. Seriously. I waited so long to be able to rock children to sleep that I’ll keep it and love it even during the phases… Read More When it rains, it pours (aka: the week of teething, and chickenpox, and several other things)
“Chick, chick, chick, chick.” Silence. “CHICK, CHICK, CHICK, CHICK, CHICK!” Little red hen heads pop up from the brush on the side of the yard, and fat hen bodies start waddling their way over to where I am. When I step forward, the hens turn in unison and head into the chicken run. I… Read More When did I become a male chicken?