We have a queen sized bed. Both my husband and I toss and turn a lot at night. These two things have always kept us from trying "co-sleeping." Our bed isn't that big, and I am afraid of squishing our child. Sam and I occasionally took a nap together when he was very small and not mobile yet. But he always did fine in his bassinet and transitioned easily to his crib. So, I never thought much about co-sleeping.
Sam just made a year and is walking practially running everywhere all the time. I had a week or so off of work during the holidays, and Sam waited until then to start teething again and get a double ear infection. It...
The month of January is usually filled with enthusiastic intentions and overwhelming failures. New Year's resolutions, in my mind, just set us up to fail. The emotion and excitement of change and discipline quickly fade into disappointment when we realize that this life thing is hard. And we're tired. So, there are no resolutions for me this year.
Instead, though, I am striving towards a goal for 2015. I'm aiming, not for specific results, but a state of being. A mental orientation that (hopefully) translates into some action. Throughout 2015 I want to focus on balance. My goal being to strike a balance between doing stuff and doing nothing.
Most days, I wake up tired, go to work, come home, play with my kid,...
Manners. Are they a thing of the past? Some might say so, but I say absolutely, tootly not. Whether you are a from the North, South, East, West, or heck even the North Pole, everyone should practice good manners. I totally get that everyone views manners differently, but here in the sweet south 98% of us Southerners were raised to use our "good manners" and it was far more odd to hear a "huh?" rather than a "ma'am?" back then.
I won't go into the ole, "When I was growing up, we....." but I want to ponder the idea of truly, WHERE HAVE THE GOOD MANNERS GONE? Where are the young gentlemen who are taught to hold open doors for ladies...or even the...
I recently had the revelation that my kids are no longer babies. Of course, I have noticed minor maturity changes in their conversation topics, television show choices and Christmas list items. But a few weeks ago, one specific incident made me admit to myself that my babies are no longer “babies.” That incident was when my son slashed his finger with a kitchen knife and NEVER cried. I mean he never cried when it happened or when he saw all the blood or fleshy part of his finger or when he received 6 stitches. He took it like an (cough cough) big boy.
At first I was a little taken aback by this, but then I realized a whole new...
The morning of my son’s Christmas program at daycare, I found myself catching vomit with my bare hands. I quickly realized that even though he had been practicing “Jingle Bells” (very loudly) all week long, he would not be able to sing it with his class. And the thought of this made me sad—almost to the verge of tears sad. I felt silly for getting so worked up over something that happens yearly and knew that he would be up on stage next year. But it really got me down. I felt like I was missing one of those milestones that I expect to sit back and laugh at how cute he is and how big he's gotten. So...
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