I have suddenly begun to realize that the week days of “Mommy and Liam time” are about to come to an end. Our trips to Trader Joes on Monday where he tells me what I should buy and shouts his list of demands as I roam the aisles. Our rides around town running errands where he … More finding room in my heart
I have always hated the expression “the terrible twos.” Why must people say that? I think something is only as terrible as you perceive it to be. In February, Liam turned two and now anytime he shows any signs of being out of sorts or doing something that is not ideal to an adult, I … More update: life with a two year old
It’s the end of an era. Or something less dramatic. But the time has come to stop breastfeeding Liam. Many of you may be thinking, geez you’re still breastfeeding that kid?! Well, long and short is.. yes.
Dear Liam, Today, my darling, is your first birthday. You are exactly one year old. I cannot begin to explain how much your daddy and I love you. You have brought such a wonderful, magical presence into our world. We love you so much. And you must be thinking “wow, a whole year. that’s a … More I loved you even then
Watching your child grow up right before your eyes is so bittersweet. On the one hand you feel such a sense of pride and delight with every new milestone. But then there’s also a feeling of sadness when you realize your snuggly, newborn baby ceases to exist. As if overnight he was replaced by a very … More 11 months of night time snuggles
I’ve read all the baby books. All of them. When I was pregnant, I obsessed over these books and wanted to make sure I knew “all the facts” before the baby came, to the point that I started referring to Dr. Sears as if he and I were old chums. And although there are some … More why I let my baby watch tv
Some days I’m so unaware of my appearance. I’m so engrossed in Liam’s needs. Does this baby have his socks and hat on? Did he eat enough yogurt for breakfast? Did I pack enough diapers in the diaper bag? As for me, I’ll just throw on a baggy sweater and a pair of yoga pants … More my bad ass, baby making, postpartum body