Second Birthday Two is the age of my first memory. My mother’s green robe around her like a coat as I lifted stubby fingers into the air. I taught that to you– how to use your thumb like a wing, closed. Two fingers, a butterfly. You, more than anyone, have shown me what [...]
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At first, it’s all so subtle. You have a baby. The baby needs to eat, and you have these tremendous jugs with which to feed him or her. You use them. All that is needed for this child’s survival, really, is you. That is overwhelming, but also refreshing. Because mostly, you never want to be [...]
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15 months ago, I was in a dim hospital room on a rainy day, pacing, breathing heavily, and eventually, finally, pushing. My daughter will be 15 months old tomorrow, and while the actual day of her birth gets further away, I remember my labor so clearly. It was the first time I welcomed my body, [...]
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I’m an English teacher, which means I read way too much into things. So I can’t help but wonder what an infant’s personality signifies about her adult personality. From what I understand of my own babyhood, I never slept. The doctor encouraged my mother to give me doses of Benadryl to which I didn’t respond. [...]
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I am so pleased to present you with a Spill It post from Alex at Late Enough. I found her about a month ago and she is a first step on my blog route every day. She’s hilarious, and fun, and I’m so glad she posts six out of seven days so I can enjoy her [...]
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My baby girl is big. So big that she’s wearing clothes designed for a one-year-old. So big that she’s, no doubt, going to beat up any pimply kid who picks on her short older brother for being in the school musical. So big that she has, at not even six months, outgrown her infant-carrier carseat. [...]
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There are studies that show the oldest child in the family has the higher IQ. I’m starting to see why, and it worries me. As my husband always reminds me, my son was not an easy baby. He ushered cry-screams that would chill your bones. When he was two weeks old, he screamed for six [...]
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Sometimes, I wonder how humans have made it this long. I’m not a person who turns to mush over babies. I like them well enough. I smile when I pass them. I more than like my own. But the baby phase is a hard one, and I don’t know that I would call it “fun.” [...]
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I’m happy to introduce my new series, “Spill It.” It’s where I’ll let my guard down for a little while, wear my heart (just a little) on my sleeve. Holding Down the Fort I’m a very sensitive person, but I don’t think most people know it. I get my feelings hurt very, very easily. Usually, I [...]
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Way too much information, and of course, varying opinions, are available to parents nowadays. Women deal with this for the first time once their babies are born and they choose whether to breastfeed or bottle-feed. While I’ve been more on the breastfeeding side, I have to admit, there are some zealots out there who make [...]
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