Thank you for all that is new. In Judaism, there is a blessing called the Shehecheyanu. Traditionally, you say the Shehecheyanu to mark the start of something new, for every first, at the beginning of a Holiday, for a birth, on an occasion to be grateful for.... I think you get the gist. This is one of my favorite blessings, and growing up, ...
Cold Feet
So, determined to stick with my plan, I let the baby fall asleep in my bed, with the intent to carry her into her crib. Baby steps. I placed my hands under her to lift her, and stopped, as a giant pit appeared, out of nowhere, in my stomach. I burst into tears. "I can't do it! It's too soon! She's grown up ...
“Someday” story
This evening, after the light had disappeared behind the trees, and the bath bubbles had washed away, the baby settled into my cozy nook as I settled into the crook of the plush chair in her nursery, to read her a story. We read this book and, at about 10 pages in, my floodgates opened, as I got lost in a deluge of ...
from the mouths of strangers
"Oh how nice, you're buying organic. That's great, really. And just wait until she's a year and a half...then, you'll be buying her McDonalds." -The kind onlooker at the grocery store, who eyed me picking out organic carrots with which I would make the baby's dinner.
A 23 Week Old Story
Today, the baby decided to dump an entire bowl of oatmeal all over herself, her clothing, and my side of the bed. Is it wrong that this little act of rebellion makes me proud? I'm so excited that she's gotten old enough to do something so unquestionably naughty. I can't believe how far we've come in just 23 weeks. Because it's Sunday, and ...
furry like Sunday morning
Didjya hear the news? There's a party going on right here, in our big ol' King bed. In fact, I just caught Ziggy and Baby holding hands. It was mighty adorable. And while we're on the subject of dogs, and babies, and beds, do you know the way that my husband was roused from his 4am slumber this morning? It had to do with ...
dancin’ to the rhythm in our heart and soul, Saturday night,
Saturday night. So, yeah. It's Saturday night. And yeah, my friends may be out to fun dinners, or for yummy drinks, and yeah, a certain freckle-nosed family member of mine may have started drinking vodka-on-the-rocks at five four three two today, and yeah, I may have 4 dogs in my bed with me, (oh, did I not mention that we ...
On this fine Saturday, I
stomped on crunchy leaves, was yard sold, bought about 5000 almonds for about 5 dollars, mashed an avocado, called Lola "Loly Guacamole", realized that my new candles actually smell like B.O., purchased a Disney Princess Snuggie, returned a Disney Princess Snuggie, saw 2 giant feathers, missed my angels, wished I could share a funny story with my angels, remembered that my angels probably already knew it, said ...
T.G.I.S.
I made it. I survived my first week back from maternity leave. Yes, I work part time, (and by part time, I mean 3 days a week, for quarter days, at that) but I can't say that I'm not thrilled to have my first week behind me and my little baby before me, as she sits here, sucking on her big ...
pat the mommy (on the back)
You're stranded on a deserted island. You can only bring one thing. Obviously, that thing would be your baby. Duh. But we're talking objects, here. My suggestion? Pat the Bunny, of course! First, it's entertainment. Books are always good things to have on a deserted island. Second, it has a mirror! This way, you can always check out your new seaweed hair wrap and ...
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