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My sixteen month old baby B has started babbling!
Doesn’t sound much like news, does it? But he goes around laughing and talking all the time, and even repeats back to me the words I say to him. While looking me in the eye.
My four year old E never did these things. At some point, his [...]
My babies are curled into me, in that space between chin and thigh that forms when I lie down. We are a comma, a parenthesis at the end of a very long day. I have yelled and grabbed and stomped and slammed, and the day is not quite over. Now we just have to settle [...]
As a woman becomes a mother, her world takes on different dimensions. Discussions over coffee take on the scale of bedtime routines or breastfeeding problems instead of economics or world affairs. Even those of us who once prided ourselves on being well-informed can slip into something that looks an awful lot like…vacuity.
We don’t stop caring [...]
I reached the ripe old age of thirty-four before I learned how to properly fold a fitted sheet. Until that time, the effort had mostly consisted of earnest attempts followed by cussing and topped off by balling the sheet up as tightly as possible before shoving it into the appropriate holding area. As I folded [...]
“Artistic? He’s artistic? Well, I guess he gets that from you.”
“No, Mom. I said autistic – they told us he’s autistic. And he has ADHD, but I guess we already knew that.”
“Oh. What, because he has tantrums? He’ll grow out of it, you’ll see. Your brother was like that, he would hold his breath until [...]
If I could have filmed a particular scene of my life today without revealing any naughty bits, I totally would have. Picture this: I’m in one stall of a Chick-Fil-A bathroom, and my four year old is in the one next door. Luckily, I have on drawstring pants, which one can undo while holding a [...]
Needs. We all have them. I certainly do, and my children do also, especially E. He has special needs, high needs, extra needs and superfluous needs. His needs buffet my body, my mind, my patience, and suck every bit of energy I might otherwise have had for things like, say, brushing my teeth.
Now, I know [...]
For some reason, I was under the impression that I was meant to be some dark artist holed up in cafes and all-night-bring-your-own-bottle-basement-jazz joints, dreaming of Dean Moriarty and living in opioid peace. Instead I exist as a comedy skit.
For one thing, I drive around with a coccyx on my dashboard.
Dear M,
I have your tailbone, [...]
This is a rerun of a blog I wrote somewhere else in April of this year:
You know, I really hate shopping. And crowds. And actually, people. I kind of hate people, too. So you might wonder – what in the world do I find appealing about NYC? I wonder that myself.
I spent today walking fast, [...]
I recently read another mom’s blog post about morning routines. I started to respond, but after about 400 words, I thought I should exit graciously and perhaps use up cyber space on my blog to share my own super-duper-fabuloso *MORNING ROUTINE*. Here goes.
Specs: Mom, 15 year old girl E, 4 year old boy E, 13 [...]
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