This is Part 1 of an ongoing vent I’ve had in regards to my often-challenging son, B. For those of you that have been following for a long time, things recently came to a head. When I was in college, I took some class (I can’t even recall what it was, family and child psychology?) and… Continue reading The root of the problem, Part 1
This poor kid hasn’t really gotten a post to himself yet. Even though an infant’s needs are around the clock, they’re all so basic – feed, sleep, diaper, repeat. The needs of two preschoolers are more complicated and emotional, and it’s those issues that I am drawn to thinking about. Regardless, Baby I is awesome,… Continue reading “Easy” Baby Boy
My son has a temper. Maybe it’s normal three-year old behavior, maybe it’s not. I really have no idea. Regardless, he has a short temper. All three year olds have temper tantrums – C does too. When that carefully constructed tower falls to the ground, man that really does set them off. Or, god forbid… Continue reading Parenting a challenging kid.
I’ve wanted to write so many times over the last…2 months, and yet I’ve been too exhausted and drained to form my thoughts into actual words. I did, once, even draft a post highlighting my twins’ third birthday, but I never finished it. I’m just too damn tired. BUT. There’s one topic that I couldn’t… Continue reading Potty training sucks.
Today was one of those days, where from the moment I woke up I knew it was going to drag. We didn’t have any plans (which at the moment is never a good thing), I was am exhausted and therefore not on my parenting game, the twins did a lot of bickering, and Baby I… Continue reading The Kindness Jar
Baby I is 2.5 weeks old and there’s still so many posts floating around in my head. One being about breastfeeding – I’m a total newbie and it’s strange, all the questions I’ve developed about a topic I really knew nothing about. He’s the sweetest little doll and I’m loving take care of ONE newborn,… Continue reading Haircut Regrets.
He’s here! He’s here, 5 weeks early, born 5 lbs and 9 oz, and he’s perfect. This is Isaac, or as I’ll call him here, Baby I. Call it “Mother’s Intuition”. I knew it! I knew it without truly bringing it to light that I was going to have my son early. In my last… Continue reading Perfect