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.
My alarm clock.
Around 6am each morning, a tinny rolling cry breaks through the monitor rousing me from my dreamstate. Finn is ready to start another day. A peak at the screen shows a black and white pixelated bundle with reflective eyes. I groggily pad over to his room. When I enter, he reaches his little fists up … Continue reading My alarm clock.
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.
Messing with my baby’s sleep (and other triumphs)
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)