I’m the mother of a two-year-old


I remember placing my smiling 4 month old on my lap – for hours – watching him drool. I would shower, as he cooed in his bouncer just outside the shower door. I could set him on a blanket in the middle of the room, where he’d happily chew on his feet,¬†for what seemed like forever. Dishes were done, laundry was folded, and chocolate was eaten, as my baby watched – a look of calm contentment on his face.

There are no more quiet showers. Never a meal, or snack, savored in peace. Our home bears no slight resemblance of tidiness for more than a few minutes. Today, this child – this toddler – of mine has THOUGHTS… and PLANS! And he takes action, whether I like it or not. Continue reading

Cloth diapers : how we do


Cloth. Diapers. I have been very fortunate to have a few mom-friends who forged the way before me…

I wasn’t totally convinced cloth diapering was something I wanted/would want to do. It seemed like a lot of work. I wasn’t sure of the cost-saving benefits. You might have to actually {ew} touch {ew} poop.

Oh yea, this post contains poop talk. You’ve been warned.

Here’s how we do it …

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My birth story


Saturday, February 8

Around 5pm I started to feel what I could only think were contractions. Nothing timeable – totally random. They were gone by morning, but what took their place was a nasty head cold.

Sunday, February 9

5pm again, stronger feelings. These seemed like the real deal. I could time them {20 min apart}, and they hit like a subtle wave, going thru my body starting in my back. It wasn’t so bad that I couldn’t sleep – which I did, thinking we’d be going to the hospital by morning – but I also had to fight with a mild fever that had latched onto my ongoing head cold. These contractions, too, eventually disappeared. Luckily, so did my fever.

Awesome. This could be my life for the next week or more – anxiously analyzing pangs and pains, only to be disappointed. That’s the wonderful thing about being close to labor, every single sign that says “this could be it” only means it could be hours, or weeks away!
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