Today, my friend Elizabeth and I took V to Target. We walked through all the sections in our usual order (necklaces, baby aisle, toys — this is all dictated by V, not me), and at last, we got to the holiday section. At some point V looked back at us and said, “I love Christmas!” … Continue reading
V did not, in fact, make it down the aisle to support her cousin in being co-flower girl. Not even close. Instead, she threw somewhat of a tantrum five minutes before the ceremony about wanting “bee-yannas,” and the nice man working the bar actually ran off for five minutes to bring his own bananas that … Continue reading
If you would have asked me how I was feeling about traveling internationally with my two year-old yesterday, I would have told you that I was not excited. I was so nervous about getting her up at 4:45am, the drive to the airport, the five hour flight, and the car trip to the hotel. V … Continue reading
Two more sleeps until we leave for a tropical vacation. I have been dreaming about this five day trip for 120 days. We are taking V. Which I’m admittedly nervous about, because, lovable as she is…she’s not very relaxing. But C or I are usually chasing her by ourselves, and at least there will be … Continue reading
Parenting is hard. Just like lots of important jobs are hard. Why is it that a second a mother admits that it’s hard, people feel the need to suggest that maybe she’s not doing it right? Or that she certainly shouldn’t add more to her load. Maybe the fact that it’s so hard means she … Continue reading
We’re still nursing. (An alternate title for this post could be: The Very Reluctant Extended Breastfeeding Mom.) It’s not often, once at night and usually once when I get home from work. This wasn’t the plan, not at all how I thought it would go. My goal was to get to a year. Now she’s … Continue reading
Today I heard the words I have been looking forward to hearing my entire life. “Mommy, read to me.” She didn’t have to ask me twice. I spent a lot of time during V’s first year on my phone. To be honest, I was grateful for it: I was so sleep deprived that I needed … Continue reading
I am tired in my very bones today. My body aches, my eyes are forming bleary tears every time I yawn. But even with that, while at the park and feeling achy, slow, I still notice you. And when I take the time to do it, time completely stops; it’s like I’m freezing you into … Continue reading
There is a certain way you call me. “Mommy.” It’s not really calling me; it’s not loud. You say it softly, repeating it, but not asking for anything. You say it when you sit in my lap, you say it when I come home. You say it when we’re doing nothing together. Sometimes you’ll put … Continue reading
Today I met up with John, an old friend I’ve known for half of my life, but haven’t seen in about nine years. He had yet to meet V and we hadn’t caught up in a long time. But like any good friendship, we picked up right where we left off and soon I was … Continue reading
small life, slow life 