“I don’t love my baby”, she said to me nonchalantly and with such a straight face that I laughed because I thought she was joking. Still laughing, I asked, “You’re joking, right?” and then I saw it in her eyes, glassy from tears she wouldn’t let fall, and my smile quickly faded. Sitting across from my friend with her days old newborn baby girl, I knew she was suffering from something either of us had barely understood; postpartum depression. READ MORE
Call me jealous if you must (and if you’re into accuracy), but sometimes I look at my 2-year-old and wish I could get away with the stuff she does.
Not that I condone her behavior, mind you. But I do sort of admire it. Toddlers have the perfect blend of sweetness, manipulation, and a complete lack of inhibitions that makes them the boss of every room they enter.
As people grow older, we suddenly feel the need to follow rules set forth by polite society – which is good, because when we’re older we need to do things that little kids don’t have to worry about, like make friends and keep jobs and not tick people off who might start a rollicking brawl at Chuck E Cheese’s. However, as we gain maturity, we lose the toddler’s enviable ability to exert total control over pretty much every single thing on Earth. READ MORE
From 2005 to 2006, the first year of my daughter’s life, I was warned repeatedly that being a formula-fed child would diminish my gal’s entire future, making her fat, slothlike, dim, equipped with an immune system that practically summoned infection,...Read More
As a nursing mother, I was uncomfortable breastfeeding in public. There. I said it. If you know my breastfeeding story, this might surprise you. But, it’s true.
It’s been 6 years since I last nursed a child. That’s longer than my 5 year, 9 month non-stop breastfeeding stint. During my nursing years I breastfed through a miscarriage and two subsequent pregnancies. I tandem nursed two of my children. My oldest was four when he weaned. READ MORE
The other day a friend apologized to me on Facebook for running up to me at a swim meet asking me a question and running away to chase her two year old. She was worried I thought she had been rude.
After reading what she wrote I immediately had to think…wait when did she ask me a question, what was it and did I actually answer her? You see I also have a two year old and I have decided that they are giant CB’s. (No, no get your mind out of the gutter) Two year olds are giant CONVERSATION BLOCKERS. READ MORE