It’s no secret that the husband and I have been talking about having another baby. Rephrase: It’s no secret that I have been talking out loud about having another baby while David uses artful deflecting techniques. It’s not that he doesn’t want to expand our family; he’s just not ready for all the complications a […] Read more…
I’m one of those wives who is always (half-jokingly) saying to my husband, “You are so lucky to have such a wonderful wife,” as I pick up his socks, make his dinner or let him sleep in on the weekends. In truth, I am so lucky to have a husband at all, much less one […] Read more…
Hi Mom. I just want to tell you, Mom, since it’s Mother’s Day and all, that I’m sorry, you were right, and thank you. First, I’m really, really sorry. I know I apologize to you a few times a year for being rude, or for drinking too much at our cousin’s wedding, or for leaving […] Read more…
I chose to have a natural, unmedicated birth with my Monster, for a few key reasons: As a healthy woman with a healthy baby, I didn’t see a need to go to the hospital I strongly dislike hospitals I have never been a fan of medication (can’t even recall the last time I took anything) […] Read more…
The longer I’m a parent, the longer I realize what a pretty little fool I was before Monster. A reason-eschewing fool who had the luxury of grand ideals and political conjecture. A fool who had the gift of time without knowing it. A watch meant nothing. A schedule was irrelevant. What to do on a […] Read more…
When our little man first entered this world, he entered into a very calm, peaceful room at the birth center. The lights were low, voices hushed, air was still. Well, maybe that was the scene in the moments following his entrance. The actual entrance had a few more groans and slightly more blood. But at […] Read more…
Once upon a time there was a mother pushing her calm, content child through the grocery store. The child didn’t kick off her shoes in protest of being forced into the plastic-caged hell that is a shopping cart. Instead, she slid into it with ease; after all, her mother had been taking her to the […] Read more…
I hate when people say they “don’t have time” for something. I’d like to propose that instead we say “I don’t make time” for whatever is. If you made that “something” a priority, you would magically have time for it. Instead, there are other things that are your priorities. That said, I don’t make time […] Read more…
As a general rule, all parents know their kid is by far the smartest, cutest, funniest kid in the world. If you’re a parent, you celebrate every new milestone by bragging about it to your sister, in-laws, mailperson, dog. I think that’s the definition of parenting: Being over-proud of a child’s definitely underwhelming moments (I […] Read more…
I’m a worrier. Having a kid does not help that. I worry about a lot of things. He’ll go off to college and not need his momma anymore. He’ll be the smelly kid at school. He’ll get teased. He’ll get his heart broken. He’ll struggle in school. He’ll be a fan of Nickelback and sci-fi. […] Read more…