It's 6:30 and I have been in and out of the tail end of my slumber for the last half hour. My daughter's light has been on since 6. We've now instructed her to play in her room when she wakes until we come and get her. She was quiet, but I heard her voice, so I assumed ...
“And I got scones…”
So, today happens to be my day of birth. And it's three o'clock in the morning. Why am I up? Why am I writing? Because my husband is really cute. I got up to use the bathroom and when I got back into bed, he said "Happy Birthday. Can I give you your presents?" I asked him if this was ...
A (partial) Day in the Life of a Mother With Two Young Children and Postpartum Depression
4:40 am wake up because I think I hear a noise outside. I go down to investigate. Twice. The mystery remains unsolved. 6:15 wake up to the sound of my daughter's voice. She had previously been instructed to play in her room upon waking until we come to get her (since the past few days have been ...
A tiny, little, amazing story.
Today, as I unloaded from school pick up, doing my normal routine of getting my daughter out of the passenger side of the car, slinging her backpack over my shoulder, walking her around the car to my side where I get her brother out in his incredibly heavy infant carrier, when my daughter said, "Wait. I want to see ...
Bedtime. A Haiku.
Four of us snug-gled in bed; kids trading giggles. What life is about.
Ahhh motherhood.
Another 5:30 wakeup from my girl. To be exact it was 5:35, when I heard her calling from her room, beckoning me to snuggle with her. I figured we'd go back to sleep together. But her eyes remained open, fixed on me, until 5:50, when she popped out of bed, looked out her window and shouted, "Mommy! It's light ...
“MOMMY!”
my daughter exclaimed, after I picked her up from school, headed out to my favorite store. "I have a horrible story to tell you," she continued. "So many things are making me in a grumpy mood. My brother lied to me. He really DID spit up on my sock. And I went on the blog and they ...
I guess I named her well.
Last night my daughter decided to dress as the Disney Princess for whom she was named... wearing an old Halloween costume... from when she was six months old. Now, my daughter is amazing; she is an old soul, so precocious and astute; But man, is she stubborn. And insists on method acting. So if she is playing Peter Pan, I ...
I think I’ve made great strides
in the sandwich department; I know I need not tell you, as it is abundantly clear that this is a ghost cream cheese sandwich with Nutella eyes. And I also know that I am an amazing artist.
That’s my girl…
After school, I asked my daughter if she wanted to change into something more comfortable. This is what she chose: The dress I wore to my cousin's Bar-Mitzvah 25 years ago. Oh well. Atta girl, I say.
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