Three is a magic number

April 1, 2012 at 8:28 pm

Today my third child turns three. (Remembering his birth gives me warm fuzzies every time. Happy sigh.)

If I could freeze my kids (temporarily) at certain ages, I would choose the 3’s.

Three months. I adore 3-month-old babies. They are so happy, so smiley, so cuddly, so easy to “wear,” so squishy, so absolutely marvelous.

Birthy mind

March 26, 2012 at 11:16 pm

So I have these pillows on my couch. I bought them about five years ago ’cause I liked the colors and they looked like they’d fit well in my “international” family room. Some time in the last year, however, I was staring at one of the pillows (probably while breastfeeding), and it hit me. Maybe you’ll see what hit me, if I show you a pic…

When my friends were in town a couple of weeks ago and the subject of my pillows came up, one friend said something about my “dirty mind.” Cue my gasp of mock horror. I quickly replied, “There is nothing dirty about this,” gesturing to my pillow.

Child aversion

March 13, 2012 at 8:03 pm

I had a lovely weekend. Four friends (some of whom I’ve known for twenty years) flew in from various parts of the country to visit, and though we haven’t spoken much in the past decade+ of geographical separation, it felt just like “home” when we got back together again. We laughed, we played, we hiked, we ate, we sang, we talked. Plus they bought me a lemon tree for my backyard! Happy, happy, happy…

Despite the happy-ful-ness of the weekend, I can’t stop thinking about one very sad little incident. After several days of not-enough-nap, my almost-three-year-old toddler definitely wasn’t acting himself. I guess I should have known I was headed for disaster as we drove off  in that sleep-deprived state to see the Desert Botanical Garden with my visiting friends. To sweeten the deal, no food is allowed in the gardens, so I was not only heading for disaster, but I was eliminating one of the most effective items in my bag of tantrum tricks: snacks! But off we went anyway.

Swiftly flew the year

March 3, 2012 at 4:01 am

I swear each baby grows faster than the one before. And I want to savor their infancy more and more with each one. I wish they could stay tiny and wrap-able a little longer. If you’re in the mood to re-live the lengthy, surprise-filled birth story, click here. And here’s a pictorial review of my baby girl’s first year…

Hear me roar

February 7, 2012 at 5:01 pm

After a few weeks of caring for her first-born baby, my friend Fig declared:

“Motherhood is blood, sweat, and tears. Rinse and repeat.”

We’ve had a “blood, sweat, and tears” kind of month here at our house, so Fig’s words have been on my mind. I wouldn’t want any other job in the world, and I love my children deeply, but some days I have to apologize once or twice to my kids about my less-than-ideal mood/behavior and tell them, “Sometimes it’s hard being a mom.” Sometimes it’s really, really hard.

But I can do hard things. We can do hard things.

As a little child

November 15, 2011 at 2:40 pm

When I grow up, I want to be like my baby.  Here’s why…


1) She wakes up smiling from ear to ear every day, full of enthusiasm for life and eager to get started. I don’t think this has ever been true of her not-a-morning-person momma. But I wish it were.

2) She lives the old “early to bed, early to rise” adage. This is probably largely responsible for #1. I think we’d all be much happier, healthier people if we did the same.  I know I would.

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