Little Glass Houses
We all live in a glass house of some sort. There is always something about each and every one of us that we wouldn’t want to be judged upon.
I’ve written before about this. Why do women judge each other? We judge based on weight, eye color, hair color, clothing, nail polish color, and oh yes, how we raise our kids.
I don’t have any new answers to this. I’m just sick of the mom wars. Why aren’t there any dad wars? Are they simply more comfortable in their roles than we are? More confident?
The latest study by some… Continue reading
Impending – Pending
Some days it is a blank white canvas. It awaits colors and images. Fresh and new. Blank. It could be filled with people, love, laughter. New friends, old friends. The hope of new love. The hope of something better. It might be filled with bright flowers, a new home. One child becoming two.
Some days it is a black hole. Nothing is visible but darkness. No light creeps in from any corner. The road ahead invisible, blocked by a mountain of doubt and uncertainty.
I am a planner by nature. I don’t wait around to see what everyone else… Continue reading
How I Got My Groove Back – The Holiday Version
Last Christmas, Ava was only 18 months old. She wasn’t really into the whole lights, presents, gorge-yourself-until-you-spew aspect of the holiday. I was only mildly disappointed in her reaction to the 80 billion Christmas lights we strung up in the house. I knew her time was coming.
Fast forward a year. Ava is now 2 1/2. Every Christmas decoration we pass makes her giggle with delight. In Target, we spend a good hunk of our time just sitting in the tree section while she gazes wondrously at all the lights and exclaiming CHRISTMAS TREE over and over for the whole… Continue reading
Two Plus
You can put on your own shoes, without any help from me.
All bodies of water, whether they be rivers, ponds or lakes, to you, are called oceans.
You like to sit with an iPod and watch “Woogies” (Movies)
You very rarely have to be prompted to say Thank You.
You are obsessed with Alvin and the Chipmunks. You always want to cuddle for certain parts of the film.
You put your hands on your hips and sigh when something doesn’t go your way.
At the dinner table, when we are finished eating, you place your chin in your hands,… Continue reading
Like, Whoa.
I do believe this is the longest I’ve ever gone without posting here.
Life got in mah way.
I changed hosts, and thanks to many long hours of hard work on Caitlin’s part, the move to a new host is now completed and I can play again.
And Miss Avacakes.
Oh what a rollercoaster we’ve been on.
The terrible two’s have arrived with a vengance. She wasted no time. Most days she has her independence dial cranked up to 11, as Darin says. I hear a lot of “No! Mine” and “N! I do it!”
Or the just plain old… Continue reading
24 Months
Today, my little sunshine, you are two. Two years old. Twenty four months. How can it seem so long and yet seem like no time at all?
Last year you were still a baby. You took your first steps on your first birthday. Now? You run. You run everywhere, with a wiggle to your bottom and a spring in your step.
Last year you didn’t talk much. This year you are constantly saying words and I think “when did that happen?” You can open doors, and also close them. You can climb steps. You gave up the bath in favor… Continue reading
Will The Circle Be Unbroken
Last night I handed out the first real punishment of my parenting career. To say I did not like it would be an understatement.
We had a pleasant enough evening to start off with. Dinner was pretty uneventful, and afterward I decided it was a good time to treat Ava to her first ever bubble bath. I started up the water and poured in the bubble making goo. Immediately we saw bubbles. This made Ava a very happy little person. Squealing and giggling commenced. We got in and had about half an hour of frolicking, blowing bubbles and dumping cups… Continue reading
Dear Avacakes: The Better Late Than Never Edition
Dear Avacakes,
When I began my last letter to you, I meant for it to become a regular feature here. Alas, as with so many things I begin with the best of intentions, it has not turned out that way. But I’m here now, and so I will attempt to cover all of the delightful little changes since my last letter to you.
Your speech is improving and you have a definite mastery of the word “No.” Do you want to eat dinner now? “No.” Would you like some peaches instead of applesauce for the 15billionth day in a row? … Continue reading
The White Glove Test
If a stranger were to take a fine tooth comb to my house (or a white glove, as it were), they would find a house far from being spotless.
There is currently a plate sitting on my kitchen table with a half eaten peanut butter sandwich.
In my living room there are bits and pieces of a plastic toy tea set. Some on the sofa, some sitting in the window sill.
In that same room is a pile of clothing waiting to be put into a storage bag.
In my bedroom, if you look closely, you will see some small… Continue reading
Today I Am Mommy
When I was pregnant with Ava, I spent a lot of time playing imaginary movies in my head. Scenes from the future. Imagining my daughter being handed to me for the first time. Seeing a trip to the park. A pre-teen girl going shopping with me. I saw flashes of a life to be. Most of all? I imagined a sweet little girl looking up at me and saying “Mommy”.
When Ava started babbling at around 8 or 9 months old, I was terribly excited. She made all the usual sounds that most babies that age make. And like almost… Continue reading
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