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Dear Cee, Two years ago, I carried you around everywhere I went. This wasn’t because I was doing a dry-run in attachment parenting – I didn’t even know what that was at that point in my life – but because you lived in me. When you were in my belly, still a part of me, […]
Born in a Car: Anna’s Birth Story
Over the holidays, I was scrolling through all the Christmas greetings in my Facebook feed when I stumbled across my friend Anna’s status update. It was the kind that you start reading and by the time you’re done, you have to pick your jaw up off the table and give it a reread just to […]
Cee the Artiste
What goes on in your kids’ playroom when you’re not looking? The good folks at Dropcam – a state-of-the-art video baby monitor – posed this question to me for their Tales From the Playroom series and I summoned up the courage to answer it. Such a sobering moment when you realize that the last thing on […]
I am clearly not the only reluctant mommy blogger.
So, a couple weeks ago I started work on last Friday’s post, The Reluctant Mommy Blogger. I poured my heart into that post and laid bare some of my most private anxieties about parenting and the identity I’m assuming as a mother. It was easily one of the most cathartic, vulnerable posts I’ve ever written, […]
Proof That the Universe Does Look Out For Moms
Cee loves her pacifiers. Loves them. If our house were burning down and I had already passed out all over the kitchen floor from smoke inhalation because I was too busy eating all the Pop-Tarts to notice that I was also inhaling smoke along with those rectangles of perfection, my poor child, who – let’s be […]
Child Labor
There was a time in our history when big families were the norm, when children were contributors to their parents’ coffers and not the yogurt-tube-slurping freeloaders they are today. Parents pumped out a new kid every year not out of any express religious obligation or even because they preferred the pitter patter of tiny feet […]
Thwarting the Straps
I assembled C’s swing when I was eight months pregnant. We put it in her nursery adjacent to the changing table, but by the time she was one week old, it had been relocated to our living room along with all the items we found to be truly necessary to life with a newborn. I […]
Anatomy of a Tantrum
So then there was that time that my daughter went from being a remarkably-pleasant-to-be-around toddler to a rabid feral cat who dines on dynamite and plutonium, all in the course of two days. This post is about that. 2013 was a good year for us. Cee had her first birthday, discovered her likes and dislikes, […]
The Waiting, It Turns Out, Is Indeed the Hardest Part
These toddler days are long. They stretch from one bedtime to the next and are abbreviated with snot-nosed tantrums that engulf the days despite their relative brevity. But it’s important for me to constantly remind myself that these days are fleeting, a drop in the ocean of raising a person. That’s part of the reason […]
Get comfortable. This is a long one.
I would love nothing more than to be able to have a schedule when it comes to blogging. In my glory days (read: when I first started blogging and this place was all mine because no one was reading it and therefore filters and quality control didn’t really exist. Yeah, maybe “glory” is a little […]
The Waiting 