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.
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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.
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.
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.
Reflecting on the best 2 years of my life.
My wee lass turned two on April 6th. How the hell did that even happen? I found myself grasping for words when I considered my post to mark the occasion. I thought and thought and over thought some more and then I wrote...nothing. Actually that's not entirely true. I wrote several things, but nothing made … Continue reading Reflecting on the best 2 years of my life.
My first solo trip.
I’m officially going on my first solo trip. Sans bebe. The week after we booked my flights, my insides were a hyperactive cocktail of excitement and some serious stomach-plummeting fear. I’d fall asleep every night only to wake up with a jolt two hours later. Every worst case scenario playing in my mind on repeat. … Continue reading My first solo trip.
My mythical mama role model and me.
When I mention this blog--usually in the context of answering the question “what are you up to these days?”--I tend to call it a “mommy blog.” It never really feels like a totally accurate descriptor, but I am a mommy and this is a blog so it’s technically not false, per se. I obviously talk … Continue reading My mythical mama role model and me.
The potty
We had a little breakthrough over the past few days. My mum bought Leni Once Upon a Potty (classic!) and she immediately took to it. She was especially tickled at the part where Prudence bends over to show the hole where the poop comes out. Class gal, that one! We brought her potty out while we … Continue reading The potty
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.
Eyes on the prize
I very much wish I was writing to you from Barbados right now, but alas, we have returned. The good stuff just flies by, doesn't it? Before we left I was talking to a friend about how I’d been planning and packing for our trip for weeks. She just nodded, all knowing-like, and told me … Continue reading Eyes on the prize
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