The value of seeing differently

"Anisometropia" sounds like a mythical city built out of licorice, but it's actually a vision condition that Stella has dealt with all her life in which the eyes' refractive powers differ. On Friday, however, we picked up her new eyeglasses in which the prescription is the same in both lenses. This is the first time… Continue reading The value of seeing differently

Another education

As we look to rebuild after everything fell apart, once again, I'm struggling to find the thread that ties it all together. The entrenched feeding aversion that led to an NG tube as a newborn that brought us to a new understanding of autonomy. The terror of seeing her eyes suddenly and persistently cross, requiring… Continue reading Another education

To Parents in the Storm

I don't write about Stella very much anymore. Not because there's nothing inspiring to share, but for fear of crossing boundaries and exposing a person who is all her own. That said, I know that there are still parents around the world reading this blog because their baby or young child is facing challenges with feeding… Continue reading To Parents in the Storm

On my parenting journey, and “Far from the Tree.”

My child is strong and healthy. That said, at just four years of age, she has already taken part in occupational therapy (OT), vision therapy (VT), cranial sacral therapy, and yoga therapy (also called Integrated Movement Therapy or IMT). Her vision conditions, and early feeding aversion, have presented us with atypical challenges. Yet there is… Continue reading On my parenting journey, and “Far from the Tree.”

Humanity’s Awakening: Pink toenails on boys and media tantrums are all good

As someone who owns a gorgeous multi-hued J.Crew scarf and wears it every single day as evidence that she has, in fact, not "given up" and abandoned herself, I am a fan of the company. Once in a while, the kids catalog features uber stylish children in glasses, and they even sell kids' frames. So… Continue reading Humanity’s Awakening: Pink toenails on boys and media tantrums are all good

An inevitable dip in the roller-coaster ride

When Stella gets really upset about anything at all, her immediate, go-to move is to tear off her adorable purple glasses with one hand (OUCH!) and throw them, with the force of every ounce of rage she's got. Though to be fair, in the rare minutes when they are off, she will sometimes ask for… Continue reading An inevitable dip in the roller-coaster ride

A crime of passion. A lesson for us all.

It happened in the glow of our large flat monitor with the two dead pixels, which have long taunted us with their bold red hue. Stella freaked out, both passionately and oddly, flailing her arms around her head and wailing out of apparent discomfort. A powerful emotional display for a fit based on what seemed… Continue reading A crime of passion. A lesson for us all.

Random Observations, because I’m trying to post more often

Once in a while, Stella calls me "Amber." Deeply disturbing yet hilarious. Though, it totally sounds like she's imitating Cody. She'll be in the computer room yelling, "Amber! Amberrrr! I can't HEAR you! AMBER!?" Yep, sounds familiar. We finally programmed her obnoxiously chipper, stuffed pal Scout to say "Stella" and her favorite color (green), food… Continue reading Random Observations, because I’m trying to post more often

What the crap.

So, we're dealing with what shall be known as "The Great Glasses Adjustment of 2010" (also referred to as "Operation Straight Eyes") when at some point last night, Stella developed a cold, and some jerk broke into my humble tan sedan. Probably at the same time. I somehow left my now stolen iPhone (which I… Continue reading What the crap.

Put me back together.

Cody, Stella and I were all over at Cooper's house the other day while his parents enjoyed a date night, an event that Cooper (Stella's best bud and play-date companion)  refers to as an "update," which really makes sense if you think about two parents going out and spending time together away from their one-year-old.… Continue reading Put me back together.