Do any other parents find they spend a lot of time looking for a way to sit down? I am constantly on the lookout for the next spot where I can park my butt and it always feels like sweet sweet relief any time I’ve scored one. A couch is ideal, of course, but I’ll … Continue reading Is this seat taken?
After we moved into our new home, my tech-loving husband surprised us by decking out the whole house in Amazon Echo’s. You may know them better as Alexa. I’ve mentioned here before we had a Google Home, but Jose wanted to try out its competitor because of supposed technological perks. Anyway, even Leni has her … Continue reading Kids vs technology.
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.
Last week my husband went out with Finn for a few hours and came back with some outlet swag for the little guy, including some neon yellow Crocs. They might not be the coolest shoes but, I have really come to appreciate Crocs since becoming a parent and getting some handed down from cousins. … Continue reading If the shoe fits.
Hold the applause on that whole sleep thing. Finn had three days of mediocre success with the midday nap and now it’s all over the damn place again. The good news is that his runny nose is almost totally gone and he’s kind of sleeping during the day again. We just discovered the poor lad … Continue reading Riding the sleep wave.
My parents have a pool and since they opened it for the season in May, Leni has been in it nearly every single day. We quickly discovered that she sprouted just enough to touch the bottom of the shallow end. Game. Changer. Gone are the floaties on which she so long relied. We have been … Continue reading My daughter, the mermaid.
My son hasn’t napped consistently in weeks and I find myself longing for “nap jail.” I had become too comfortable in my routine and forgot parenting rule number one: as soon as something becomes predictable, it changes. The last couple weeks have been a special challenge because he has an endlessly running nose and just cut … Continue reading Nap strike.