When I started this blog, my daughter was only 10-months-old. A wee lass still. At the time I felt I’d already missed so many opportunities to record her day-to-day and couldn’t imagine how I’d ever catch up. I almost talked myself out of writing my first post with that logic. It’s too late, don’t you … Continue reading And school begins.
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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.
Language explosion.
My son is now 16.5 months old (Howww??) and his language is really exploding of late. He can clearly pick up on what we’re saying in a way he didn’t seem to just a couple month ago. He’s even able to tell me what he wants (sometimes) and has started to try out more words. … Continue reading Language explosion.
The routine.
Over the past two and half years as a parent, I’ve learned an enormous amount about my sheer capacity as a human. Parenthood is a trial by fire that taught me about resilience, compassion, ownership, adaptability and, at the heart of it all, my core values. It's still teaching me everyday. I’m not here to … Continue reading The routine.
Potty training: final thoughts.
Those first four days really had me questioning our timing. It was hard to see how all those minute, incremental successes were going to come together. I was actually quite ready to chalk it up to a failed experiment. Well thank goodness we stuck it out because it really paid off! On Saturday, we had the most … Continue reading Potty training: final thoughts.
The teenager in my two-year-old.
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.
Double-0 mummy.
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.
Case of the moonlight mommy guilts.
I have this irritating habit (say once or twice a week) of waking up in the middle of the night irrationally worried about a million things that happened or didn’t happen with Leni the day before. Things totally out of my control. Odd moments from yesterday whose outcome were almost always positive or definitely ok … Continue reading Case of the moonlight mommy guilts.
Why having each other’s backs is everything.
A couple things happened this week that really shook me up. The first occurred at Leni’s ballet class. We’d missed the first two--one while I was away and the other because I mixed up the days (face, palm). I felt a bit sheepish going to the class as I tend to be a come hell … Continue reading Why having each other’s backs is everything.
Cold feet.
When we were away, a coffee mishap fried my laptop. I’m not going to name names, but the guilty party is about two feet tall and was not the intended recipient of said beverage. I could stomp around and cry and shake my fist, but I know firsthand how helpful tantrums are. So we bought a … Continue reading Cold feet.
