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Four Months*
W had his four month check up with our doctor today! His non-stop growth spurt seems to have leveled off a little and he is now officially ON the charts. He’s currently 17lbs 12oz, which could explain why my back and shoulders have been sore… (Does anyone know a good massage therapist?) He’s healthy and growing well, and he absolutely charmed everyone in the office today. He didn’t even cry when he got his needles… he was a total champ. This visit was SO much better than my last. Maybe I just caught my doctor on an off day last time, but today she was just oozing about how beautiful…
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Ten Second Snug*
This morning, after feeding W and getting him back to sleep, I thought I’d crawl back into bed for “five more minutes”. However, according to the laws of the universe, as soon as one child sleeps another wakes up. Just as I closed my eyes I heard the pitter patter of P’s not-so-little feet creep into my bedroom. His face appeared next to mine a second later. P (whispers): “…mom? Can I have a snug?” Never one to turn town a snuggle, I pulled down my duvet and allowed him to wriggle into my cocoon of warmth and comfort. As he burrowed into my arms, he said he just needed…
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I’m a Fake Adult*
I have a small confession to make. I realized something yesterday. I’m a fraud. A fake adult. A pretend grown-up. I did laundry yesterday. This is not exciting. I do laundry all day every day. This time I was washing something new, so I checked the tags. As I was checking the tags, which I do often, you know, as an adult woman doing laundry would do, I realized something: I have absolutely NO idea what the symbols mean. None. Zip. I have been washing laundry for 20 years. Somewhere along the line I realized that you should read the tags before washing things. Check. I do that. …I just…
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In the Weeds*
At the front of my house, there is a stone pathway that runs alongside my driveway. For most of the summer, it has been more weeds than walkway, and as much as I’ve tried to give myself some grace about it, I hated looking at it. It was like this visual reminder of all the ways that I was failing. In my head, when we had purchased the house last fall, the walkway was this beautiful pristine path that I had since neglected. So, as I sat on my step one day in late July, I yanked out a weed. And then another. It was strangely fulfilling. I know there…
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It Isn’t Covid*
When we decided to send the kids back to school, I knew they’d get sick at some point. We’ve been so healthy at home isolated in our little bubble, and I knew that reintroducing them to the wonderful cesspool that is elementary school would inevitably bring sickness back into our home. I just thought that I might get more than a week in before it happened. We’ve had some kind of nasty cold bug ripping through our house and it’s been such a long week. M and S had the worst of it. We are both fully vaccinated, but I was worried that he had a breakthrough case… and when…
