The past few weeks have been trying. I have felt overwhelmed. And sometimes lonely. And sometimes scared. It has been hard. For reasons that I have written about on here and for other reasons that I have not. And I have not chosen to share certain things because I like to use this space to express my gratitude, and to talk about ...
double stuffed stuff.
One bright spot in this whole sick week thang is that I made a very crucial discovery; you see, I found that my daughter likes the cream filling inside the Oreo, whereas I have always been partial to the cookie. Perfect match, we are, indeed. So, there's that.
sick and tired of sick and tired.
This sick day week has been rough. So, from now on, you may refer to me by my super hero moniker, The Germinator. I am scary and snotty and I wield rubbing alcohol, a nasal aspirator and sparkly bracelets. Virus, you're going down, kiddo.
Too hot to handle.
I have spent the last 3 days with a very sick baby and a very far away husband. I have spent the last 3 days covered in snot. I have spent the last three days with tissues tucked into every crevasse of my outfit. And no, I do not stuff my bra. I have spent the last three days worried ...
Want to hear something weird?
This week, it will be exactly 2 years since my little girl found her way into my belly. I like to think that she got there riding on the back of a tiny, rainbow Unicorn, but this has yet to be confirmed to me. I can't wait until she's a little older so that I can ask her! So, ...
What happens
when you go for a visit to your parents' house and take off your kid's diaper for a quick change only to realize that Bubbie and Zeyda were fresh out of diapers, so you decide to rig up a sweet pee-protection system out of a bathingsuit bottom and a maxi pad, and then marvel at your own cleverness and then scoff ...
If that isn’t happily ever after…
Tonight, I watched as my parents, who have been together since they were 15 and 17 year old high school kids, as they sat on the front porch during a storm. As they rocked back and forth on the swinging chair, great bolts of lightening shot through the thickness of the sky. They rocked and rocked, as they shared a ...
A day in the life (at the beach).
7:40am: Roll over in bed and put my arm around the little baby who is snuggling up against me. Fight "awake" for a few minutes, wrestling with the last of my dreams, until I hear "Hi! Hi, mommy!" and smile at the day. 8:00am: Bring the baby into my parents' bed and all snuggle under the ...
Greatness/the past few days
Some things are good. Other things are great. Getting to come home from a wonderful morning of teaching, only to find my sister and daughter playing dress-up together, my little girl decked out in gold chains and over-sized purple shades, feels great. "Sorry, but you can't dress her up as well as I can," my baby sister said to me. "That's ...
Today, I cried. In Ikea.
Originally Published on Little Four Eyes Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve grown to love my baby girl’s glasses. They help her, they are a tangible solution to a small problem, and they look so darn cute. I’ve learned to love them so much, that I have stopped thinking about them. I have accepted them. They have become a wonderful, valuable, ...
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