I was really in no hurry to move my son out of the crib. I liked knowing that he was safe and secure and planned to keep him there as long as I could. As he got closer to two, though, he became more and more interested in climbing and after seeing him put his foot on top of the crib rail a few times, I started to think about transitioning him. I was nervous that I'd come in after naptime to find him playing on the floor one day, or that I'd hear a thump followed by wailing instead! Every kid is different and there’s no magic age to move them out of the crib–you just have to use your judgement...
I am a dancer. Maybe not a very good one, but I'm a passionate one for sure. There are very few things that I love more than dancing my heart out. Throughout my entire childhood (and most of my adulthood so far), I have spent hours upon hours dancing alone in my house. Give me an hour and some hip hop music, and I can burn 1,000 calories, no problem. Add an audience on top of that, and, well, basically all of my dreams have come true.
My boys are my most hilarious dance partners. I can turn on any song, shout "DANCE PARTY!!!" and they will stop whatever they are doing and come running. We do this daily, and it has...
When I was pregnant, one of the best pieces of advice I received went something like: Come to terms with the fact that every parenting decision you ever make will be the wrong one.
I have come back to that idea over and over again in my six months as a mom. There is not one right way to do anything, much less how to raise a child. And I remind myself that people have been birthing kids and raising kids, since, say, the beginning of time. Since before we knew about SIDS. Before formula. Before car seats.
Here are two ways that I am trying to combat fear (and fear of failure):
1. Stop surrounding myself with information and advice that is not...
My husband took our 5-month-old son to the grocery store for the first time. And it went great. He wrapped Sam up in the Moby wrap with confidence (although it took 3 tries to get it right) and strolled down the aisles with a head full of hair and curious little eyes peeking out of the papoose. All the ladies smiled at the approach of a baby-wearing dad, making comments like, “Looks like you’ve got a helper today.” My husband would respond with chuckle, “Yep, I sure do,” as he placed a can of spaghetti sauce (the Hunt’s cans are $1!) into the cart. Husband and Sam whirred around the store together and left coming out under budget.
I’ll be...
This last year has been huge as far as watching my little girl turn into a little lady. She started kindergarten, rode on the school bus (which means no car seat or seatbelt), took part in actual field trips and was invited to her first sleepover. That last one was a tough one for me.
Growing up, I loved going to sleepovers. We watched movies, ate pizza and junk food, and sometimes played Light as a Feather Stiff as a Board. All very innocent stuff. But honestly, the world is a different place nowadays and sleepovers are something that falls into that "I don't trust the world with my children" category. So when my very good friend told me that her daughter was...
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