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Mama Time

on Jun 11, 2013

Time in general, but especially time when you are staying at home with small children, or Mama Time, is a tricky thing.  It’s both your best friend and your worst enemy, going simultaneously too fast and too slow. One minute Carter is lying on the ottoman cooing at the ceiling fan, then I blink, and he’s writing his alphabet and reading words that no three year old should be able to pronounce. One second Collin is sleeping on my chest in the Baby Bjorn, then I blink again and he is drinking from a cup and trying to put on his own shoes. The months pass like those cartoon calendars that shed pages like confetti when they’re trying to segue from one time to another.  Like in the movie Notting Hill (does anyone else love that one like I do?) when Hugh Grant is walking down the street and the season changes from autumn to winter to spring while he strolls. Calendar time...

Dear Collin at 18 Months

on Mar 14, 2013

Dear Collin, When I was pregnant with you, I couldn’t imagine what it would be like having two children.  Your Auntie Lauren told me that the moment I first saw you, my heart would double in size, and she was so right!  I instantly fell in love with your squishy face, your dark hair (just like mine) and your sweet nature.   Having you, my second baby, was so different from when I first had your brother.  I knew what I was doing this time around.  I was calmer, which I think made me a better mother.  Carter may have gotten more of my undivided attention as a baby, but you benefitted from my experience, your Dada’s experience, and from having your brother around, too.  (Though I do give YOU most of the credit for your easygoing nature.)  Having you around as a newborn was never a struggle, and you were just so content as a baby.  You loved tagging along with me in the Baby...

The Co-Sleeping Closet: Part 2

on Jul 10, 2012

Click here to read the Co-Sleeping Closet: Part 1 So where was I?  Oh yes, co-sleeping with one child in the bed and the other in my belly, wondering how on earth we were going to make this work once he came out.  We tried not to stress too much about it, because if Medium Boy had taught me one thing, it was that no matter how much I planned, he was really in control, not me.  But I was definitely worried about how Medium Boy was going to deal with becoming a big brother and sharing his Mama, and how on earth we were going to apply our parenting philosophies to two small children simultaneously. And sure enough, once Baby Boy came home from the hospital, our first few nights were full of tears, and not from Baby Boy.  All Medium Boy wanted at bedtime was his Mamaaaaaaaaaa, and of course his Mama was tied up taking care of the newborn who usually wanted to nurse for hours on end in the...

The Co-Sleeping Closet: Part 1

on Mar 30, 2012

Baby Boy stirs and I lean over to kiss him good morning. He looks at me and smiles a huge gummy smile, and we snuggle a little closer to start our day. I roll over and look at Medium Boy, his sandy hair splayed across his pillow, sleep still heavy on his features. If you’re following along you will note that I have two, yes two, children in our bed as we wake to start another day. I didn’t intentionally choose to follow an attachment parenting philosophy and I certainly didn’t intend to co-sleep with my children as I was finding my way as a parent.While pregnant, I’d read Babywise, a book that emphasizes routines for babies as a blueprint to get them to sleep though the night sooner, and thought it sounded like a great philosophy…great, that is, until I met my first son.He was intense from the start—collicky as a newborn and the world’s worst sleeper from day one.I take that back…he...

Tint Jeans

on Feb 1, 2012

Today I’m wearing one of my two treasured pairs of size 12 Tint jeans. When I first put them on many years ago, I had no idea how long they would remain my favorite jeans. When I bought them I was miserably unhappy at my last job, and I weighed the most I’ve ever weighed in my life (yes, that includes both pregnancies). I assume they fit me like normal jeans at that point, and I remember them being so comfortable that I went out and bought another pair in the exact same size and style so I would have two. When I quit my job and lost a lot of weight they grew looser and looser until they were eventually folded and put in the back of my closet, my “fat jeans” that I didn’t anticipate ever wearing again. But I just couldn’t get rid of them because I loved them so much. In December of 2008 I was pregnant for the first time, but literally days after...