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Bullying*
I know I’m a little behind the times, but I was finally able to catch up on a bit of news that I’ve seen all over Facebook and Twitter over the past few days. (The wee-bean went to bed at 8:30 last night. Tonight it was 8:15. WIN.) When I first saw the headlines about Karen Klein, a bus monitor from Greece, NY, I was bleary-eyed while feeding the wee-bean at some ungodly hour. I made a mental note to look into it when I was in a more conscious state, and that time finally came last night. If you aren’t yet familiar with the story, Karen Klein is a…
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Baby Rolls*
Four months. Where on earth did it go? Yesterday was my little Ruby’s 4 month birthday, and we celebrated by having naps and going shopping. (I may or may not have purchased a pink jean mini-skirt for her. Don’t judge me.) She is growing like crazy and is learning new things all the time… but as she gains her baby rolls, it’s time for me to lose mine. I’ve used this blog as a platform to push myself to lose weight more than once over the course of the (almost) six years that I’ve been writing here. My greatest success was the year Peeah got married, and I came within…
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Who Needs Sleep?
It’s official: I have reached a new level of exhaustion. I mentioned yesterday that Ruby doesn’t really nap. Well, apparently she doesn’t need to sleep at night either. For the past month, my little wee-bean has exhibited some… interesting… sleeping habits. I know babies are often inconsistent, but she’s all over the map. One night she’ll sleep for a 5 hours stretch, one night it’ll be 3, but more often than not she is up every hour and a half to two hours. All. Night. Long. Let’s examine last night, shall we? I began her little bedtime routine shortly after 8pm, same as every night: warm bath, jammies, stories, then…
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When it rains, it pours*
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I Understand Now*
One of the biggest lessons I’ve learned since becoming a parent is the importance of now. As you know, I come from a big family. I am the fourth of six children, so life for my mom was very busy. We were all expected to pitch in and help around the house, and my mom was very particular about when she wanted our chores completed. It always felt like she had this sense of urgency; if we didn’t complete our tasks immediately, or within the window of time she allotted us, she sometimes got upset. I never understood that as a kid, and, if I’m being totally honest, it drove…
