Blogger Sarah Kallies wrote a wonderful post about parental sanity/survival, and I’d shared it on Facebook, but I enjoyed it so much, I wanted to preserve it in my own blog as well. I’ve become her. I think I’ve always been her, really. I used to be very outspoken about breastfeeding, organics, circumcision, bedsharing, cloth… Read More Toxic Death Cream
Dear Captain, remember that time we thought that having a newborn was surely going to be the hardest part of parenting? I wonder if Peanut finds it a tough job, conducting a reign of terror on her family for most of a morning and afternoon. More screaming, crying, and tantrums than peace and happiness. The… Read More This isn’t easy.
The Captain and I often reflect on how surprised we still are that we have a son. We always imagined that we’d just have three girls. The other night, he said that he had no idea what we were missing before Panda came along. This boy is pure, pure joy. I love him differently than… Read More My Boy.
Captain and I have extraordinary predictive powers…opposite of what we predict. Friday, Captain commented that Cody (our youngest pooch) hadn’t had one of her infamous accidents in the house in a very long time. Guess what we woke up to on Saturday morning? Poop and two piles of barf. Last night, he commented that it… Read More Notstradamus.
Overheard: Captain: “Pumpkin, who is the boss in this house?” Pumpkin, without hesitation, “Uh, not you.“
Peanut up since 5:00 am…tried for almost an hour to get her back to sleep. Finally gave in and got up, made coffee (bless you, mom or dad for prepping the pot last night.) Sit down to rock and nurse (her on yours truly, me on my glorious coffee)… and she’s asleep within minutes. The… Read More Yawn.
12:00, 1:30, 2:40, 4:45, 6:00, and now 7:30 am. Is that a listing of movie showing times, you may ask? Nope. Those are the times that my sweet Peanut had me up last night/this morning. Haven’t slept more than a three hour stretch in a week. Hurting. And very cranky. What’s it like to have… Read More Ever been so tired, it hurt?
Swimming in grandma and grandpa’s back yard. Pumpkin stands up and asks me very matter-of-factly, “Mommy, you take my diaper off, so I can poopoo in the grass?” I did, she didn’t.
We spent the day at Concord Mills mall, and I’ve never seen Pumpkin swing more wildly between being an absolute darling angel and a nightmare terrorist toddler. She is definitely almost three! I also nursed the baby girl in the Bass Pro Shops lobby, amongst the huge stuffed moose, assorted elk and deer heads, and… Read More Milk and Mooseheads
Remember that 80s movie where the guy in the crowd at some pie eating contest or something spills out some fake barf, and it makes everyone in the crowd start barfing? That is happening in the back seat of my car right now. Except the originator is a spitting-up baby and the reactionary barfer is… Read More Chain barfing.