I’ve been thinking a lot about trust of late. How much we rely on trust to function in our day to day. I was walking with my son recently. We had missed our streetcar and were heading up to the next main street to try and catch another one. On our way we had to … Continue reading Trust and risk.
Why asking for help is dope.
I had a conversation with another mom today that I have had a version of many times before. Too many to count. You talk about the types of things you do with your little one(s), maybe. You throw in some honest struggles you have as a parent. Maybe it’s flippant or more sincere. There’s a … Continue reading Why asking for help is dope.
Extracting myself from the lure of social media.
I mentioned in my last post that I’d taken a timeout from social media recently. I’ve known for a long time I needed to make a change in that department. Still, it took a couple friends doing it in January for me to take the plunge. Nothing like some positive peer influence. I was pretty … Continue reading Extracting myself from the lure of social media.
Today is April 5th and tomorrow is my daughter’s fifth birthday. Honestly, time is constantly messing with me. I was newly dating my now husband eleven Springs ago when I first heard the song April 5th by Talk Talk. Jose shared it in an email, along with some beautifully crafted words. I’d never heard Mark … Continue reading April 5th
Our little guard dog, Ruby.
Dogs certainly get the short end of the stick in a household with kids. Since becoming a parent, the daily act of walking the dog has become a whole other epic juggling act. Add a second kid and there was a period there where our poor Jack Russell Terrier, Ruby, did most of her business … Continue reading Our little guard dog, Ruby.
I am not at all averse to discussing (in detail) my *eh hem* regularity. Fact. Even so, I could never have predicted just how much I would think/talk/write about the bodily fluids of my child once I became a parent. First you have the meconium, then you’re changing and endlessly oxycleaning those yellow poops out … Continue reading Oh poop.
Potty training: the play-by-play.
No matter when you choose to potty train your little, someone will likely tell you it’s too early and someone else will likely tell you it’s too late. Or many someones. The fact is that only you, your partner and your kiddie really know when it’s the right time to start. I’m not saying don’t … Continue reading Potty training: the play-by-play.
Summer is in full swing and I am so pleased. I’ve been long looking forward to the easy days of park visits, farmer’s markets and floating in the pool. And I have certainly enjoyed all three already, but what I failed to factor into my dreamy sigh to these sunny days was the moods of … Continue reading Taming tantrums.
There is something weirdly gratifying about watching your child nearly every waking moment through their early years. I mean, it can also be exhausting and stressful to be responsible for another human 24/7, I grant you. Particularly once they start moving. Just hear me out here. I think it’s safe to say most of us … Continue reading Double-0 mummy.
My tiny dancer.
I have come to the conclusion that our first ballet class sucked almost entirely because I failed to embrace the insanely adorable fashion possibilities. Could our disastrous first class have been improved with some tulle and leg warmers? I have very little doubt. My sister Erin very kindly donated my niece Gemma’s gently used ballerina … Continue reading My tiny dancer.