My little peanut is in such a fascinating stage at the moment. It’s all about her independence. From her clothing choices (“I want to wear a pretty dress, Mummy”) to our daily activities (and the speed with which we do them). It’s required a lot of patience that I, admittedly, don’t always possess. I struggle … Continue reading The teenager in my two-year-old.
I nursed Leni for the very last time on Monday. That might sound like a random day of the week to plan a life-changing event, but it was all very strategic. Jose and I were going to a concert and I wanted to make sure bedtime went smoothly for Jose’s mum (“Baba”), who was babysitting. … Continue reading Weaned.
We had a really flukey odd occurrence last Saturday. I had intended to slowly ease Leni off her bedtime bottle (a directive from her pediatrician), but on Saturday she just wouldn’t sleep the whole darn day for some reason. Thankfully she wasn’t cranky so we tried our luck and stayed out a little past her … Continue reading Messing with my baby’s sleep (and other triumphs)
Everyday with my little L is such a gift. That gummy smile of hers has supernatural powers, I swear. It just melts away all my worries and exhaustion, even if only for a moment. Her morning breath is intoxicating too: better than the scent of turkey on thanksgiving or Issey Miyake or sweet grass or … Continue reading On gratitude and letting go