I love being a mother to Jefferson. In Chapter One, I talked about the incredible love that I have for him. A love that only existed once he was born. A love that is all his. BUT I really really love being a parent. In fact, the latter greatly influences the former. For most of …
Warning: the word "love" is used no fewer than 132 times in this post. Using the same word over and over again is one of my pet peeves, but I can't find a way around it. If this is a grammatical trigger for you, discretion is advised. Out of respect for my last post, I have …
The pun was greater than my better judgment. Let a mother have her fun. How can I possibly summarize the past year with Jefferson? It seems impossible for a number of reasons, but the primary being that his birth took something from me - words. I tried multiple times to sit down and write out …
Three quarters. We are three quarters of the way through the first year of his life. These past eight months feel like a swirly tornado of pinch-me-cheeks and all the feel good. Here is a recap of what life has been like. We have so many teeth! There are now three teeth on the bottom, …
You know the ones. They have ear plugs, some candy, and a beautifully handwritten note with some cutesy poem about this being baby' first flight. Yeah...this momma is never ever ever going to make those. And here's why. If I don't get a treat for dealing with your crap on an airplane, you don't get …
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Goals. I have something to say about goals...or the way we are taught to approach goals. There is this mentality that once you set a goal, you do everything in your power to achieve that goal. And if you don't, you are lazy...unmotivated...lack drive...etc. I am not buying into that. I believe that our goals …
"I have always needed the freedom to wander with the reassurance that home is where I left it." I wrote this recently...but it wasn't until I was rereading it that I was struck by how similar this sounded to the quote that my mother wrote in my baby book...the same quote I would write in …
I wrote this in June. Just now finding the courage to post it. The courage to be vulnerable when I preach about the importance of vulnerability all the time. I guess I am learning that it is okay to break your own rules some of the time. As of today, my Daddy has finished his …
If you think your nerves are on edge when you see a person boarding a plane with an infant, imagine being the person holding the baby watching all of your terrified expressions. Then go one step further and pretend you are one of those anxious-types that realizes you are attempting to fly with an infant …
...to me. Splurges that are worth it to me. You might hate every single one of these. And at least one parent/grandparent has said "We did it just fine without all these gadgets." You are absolutely right, Aunt Frida. But if I can steal away 30 more minutes of cry-free time by putting my child …
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