Feb 10 2014

The Man in the Moon

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bubblesIt’s Monday morning.  I’ve been up for a while.  I’ve transferred boxes of Happy Lane soap to the car to ship out today.  I’ve made Baby Boy’s breakfast.  The dog has been walked, face has been cleaned, coffee made and consumed, and I’m ready to run my typical Monday errands.

Baby Boy is still sleeping for some very strange reason.  While I wait for him to wake up and greet yet another cold day, I’ll tell you about the thing that he did that probably only his father, grandparents, and I would find unbearably cute and endearing.

Baby Boy really likes reading.

“Boooooooouk!  REEEEad?” he pleads.  Unable to resist, we oblige.  Once we finish, we are greeted with, “REEEEad?” again, and we read the book once more.

As almost every little kid since the beginning of time (or at least since the original publish date) has been, our little guy l-o-v-e-s Goodnight Moon.  Because of course he does.  It’s the law. Continue Reading »

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Jan 09 2014

Life Looking Forward

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Thanksgiving and Christmas flew past us with the velocity of a sneeze.  We visited our family.  We indulged in food.  We caught up with some friends, but not all.  It was a good holiday, and I was sad to see it go.

Our little guy turned two in December.  Two!  He isn’t a baby anymore, and he is becoming more of a little boy every day.  It’s SO nice when we can effectively communicate.  Of course, there are still plenty of challenging moments as he struggles to understand the world around him, and we struggle to find the half way point and meet him there. Continue Reading »

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Nov 15 2013

In Defense of Early Christmas

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christmas cookiesFor the last several years, it is an undeniable fact that the Christmas season starts earlier with each year, and there are two firmly divided factions: those in favor of early Christmas and those against it.

I absolutely see the point of those who feel Christmas should be a December-only institution.  Stores DO push for consumers to do what they do best… consume and spend unseemly sums of money in the process.

Then there are those of us who simply get excited about the season.  I can’t speak for everyone, but for me, it has nothing to do with shopping or spending or presents.  It has everything to do with tradition, memories, family, and good cheer that people seem to reserve only for the holiday season.  The air feels charged with electricity.  The quiet and frenzy before we all sink into isolation in our respective homes to spend time with the people we love is unlike anything else in the world.  Do you remember how it felt the afternoon before Christmas break when you were in school?  For me, it felt exactly the same when my coworkers and I would sneak out early to start enjoying all the festivities ahead.  It’s the happiest feeling! Continue Reading »

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Nov 01 2013

Thankful for Thanksgiving!

2013's Cinnamon Applesauce Dough ornament

2012′s Cinnamon Applesauce Dough ornament

It doesn’t seem like it was a month ago that I was patiently counting time to the end of September, so I could set out my Halloween decorations.  It only seems like a few days have passed, but today, I put away my jack-o-lanterns and wooden Halloween adjectives from Target’s dollar spot. You know the ones.   I placed Thanksgiving decorations on the mantle along with some white twinkle lights and declared it SERIOUS HOLIDAY SEASON in the chicken coop.

Mister Babyman and I then made cinnamon applesauce dough ornaments.  We made a few hand prints that will transform to turkeys once they dry.  We made a few Christmas ornaments.  We made few cookie cutter turkeys, too.  They are in the oven now, and my house smells like a Red Hot factory.  I ain’t even mad about it. Continue Reading »

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Oct 21 2013

A Lifetime.

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rainbowLast night, I found a stash of photos from Baby Boy’s infancy.  He is not even two years old yet, but it seems like a lifetime since I placed my hand on his birth mother’s stomach and whispered greetings to him.  A lifetime.  That was two years ago this month.

His cheeks have thinned a bit.  The dimples on the back of his hands are long gone.  His hair lays down now.  He is taller.  He has his own ideas.  He is curious.  He talks to me– as best as a 22 month old can, at least.  Sometimes, he gets mad at me.  Someone has to say “enough” to the Cheddar Bunnies, though. Continue Reading »

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Oct 07 2013

Again with the New Normal

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Baby Boy at the ParkWell, we have done it.  We have up and moved to another city, and once again, I am learning more about myself.  Life IS a journey, I suppose.

1) Stop being so skeptical.

I am skeptical to a fault.  K would definitely second that and maybe even lead the charge.  People told me that moving with a toddler was a horse of a different color.  I thought, “Well, SURE there’s more STUFF, but it can’t be the worst thing ever.”  While it is definitely not the worst thing ever, it is a completely different animal than moving was before Baby Boy blew into our lives with the force of a hurricane.  There is, of course, more stuff.  There is also leaving your child’s friends, routine, doctor, pharmacy, favorite parks, neighborhood, and home behind that is an emotional drain on everyone– maybe most of all you.
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Aug 30 2013

You are doing a good job.

Family

Family

It seems like lately there are a lot of blog posts and articles circulating on the interweb promoting all sorts of different parenting choices.  Sure, I agree with some of them.  I mostly agree with a few.  Some of them are obviously written by people who are lying.  You know those people.  The Pleasantville-my-life-is-perfect crowd.  Let’s be honest.  They are fooling no one.  We all know that they’ve had baby poop on their hands more than once.

Here’s the thing.  I feel like the one thing that every mom needs to hear is this:

You are doing a good job. Continue Reading »

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Aug 20 2013

The house that WE built

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durlThis summer has been busy and strange… strange-good, but strange nonetheless.  We are moving to the city we’ve wanted to live in for the past 9 years, and we are thrilled.  I’ve been searching feverishly for a place to live over the course of the next year while we learn the area, find the area we really want to live in, and sell our home.

I never felt an affection for our current home until we put it on the market.  Now I walk around with an urge to physically hug the walls.  It was puzzling at first why I have become so attached.  We don’t live in a particularly unique home.  In fact, we’re looking for more character in our next home.  However, as I pondered the source of my befuddlement, I realized that WE have given our home character.  This house was home base when we moved here and hardly knew a soul.  K and I learned to spend Friday nights alone with just each other rather than in the company of our friends. Continue Reading »

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Jun 13 2013

Something Wonderful

Published by under Chicken Salad Blues,Updates

lightsToday something wonderful happened.  I turned in my resignation.

Before the dream of Baby Boy began growing in my heart, I never thought I’d care so much about what my future child ate.  I never thought I’d care so much about how much he learned and what he learned.  I never thought I’d care about diapering options. I certainly never thought I’d want to be a stay at home mom.

But then.

Then the dream of him began  germinating in my heart.  It stayed there struggling for years before I truly admitted and accepted its presence and even longer before I admitted it to K.   Continue Reading »

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May 16 2013

Joy in my Boy!

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Carefully arranged toys, courtesy of Baby Boy.

Carefully arranged toys, courtesy of Baby Boy.

Whenever we held Baby Boy for the first time, the experience was surreal.  We were thrilled and happy and hopeful and full of caution.  After placement, our hearts were filled with sorrow to see and feel his birth parents’ raw grief.  Upon arrival at our temporary residence, a hotel on the side of a highway, we carefully unstrapped him from his carseat and gingerly held him in our arms trying to wrap our heads around the fact that we were his parents– that he was our son.  People would ask with thinly restrained glee, “Do you just love him more than anything?!”  Of course we loved him, but to say, “Oh yes!  My heart is an ocean!  I am a different person,” felt a little… false. Of course we loved him.  Of course we’d do anything we could for him.  However, at that point, it was a choice more than a reflex. Continue Reading »

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