On Saturday, Stella demanded "more pie." Then on Sunday, after spying the gleaming white Trophy Cupcake bakery box, she shouted "CUH-CAKES!" Today, she's been crying out for "BAGEL!" I'd read in The Scientist in the Crib that "around 18 months" is a time of unbelievably fast development, including a "naming explosion" wherein the child can… Continue reading 18 months
How can a mere misplaced item spark such rage? This morning, I could not find: My boots. The ones I wear all the time. Eventually found them in the front closet with the rest of our shoes. I'm pretty sure Cody put them away just to mess with me. Stella's right shoe. It was nowhere… Continue reading All is not lost.
Stella's Auntie Corinne (my youngest sister) and Uncle Colin (the duo also known as "C squared") flew in from Boston for a few days, but now they are gone, and Stella and I are suffering from withdrawal. Just before C and C's arrival, Stella's stranger anxiety went through the roof. As we entered the park… Continue reading 3 reasons to smile
Today is our 3rd anniversary. Cody and I have been married for three years, but together for seven and a half. Though, the last year alone feels more like a decade in some ways. Cody gave me the most thoughtful card with several sentences written inside that made my eyes well up (!), and, from… Continue reading Three is a magic number
Stella turned one on Monday. I should probably say something really profound and eloquent and heartfelt but all I keep thinking to myself is "HOLY SHITBALLS!" Over and over and over. Okay, I'll say that after 12 mind-blowing months, it feels like heaven to see her thriving, running, throwing, walking, laughing, smiling, waving, chowing, bye-bye-ing… Continue reading Stella Enters Single Digits
Stella's father (Cody) and I met playing basketball. He was one of two men on our team, and ours was the only team in the league with women. Yep, it was a men's league and we bitches crashed the party. They were GUYS, and even though most of us played some college ball (granted, division… Continue reading Let the games begin!
You know Nervous Nelly and Debbie Downer. But have you met Anxious Amber? I've found that anxiety is a worthy and conniving foe. We've battled it out for years and so far, it hasn't defeated me. But, as is required for proper tension in any comic book or superhero flick, it does get the best… Continue reading Why I haven’t written in so long
I haven't posted in so long because I'm lazy. But also, I needed to take a break and discover a new direction. So, this blog will probably change, and soon. But all the helpful resources pertaining to feeding issues will remain, and I hope that they continue to help and comfort people. The thing is,… Continue reading Steps in a new direction
I should be blogging often as Stella is giving me tons of Grade A writing material. She took her first steps last week and is getting four new teeth (all at once). But I'm feeling pretty depressed lately, so every time I go to write, I quickly tire and say to myself, "Why bother?" It's… Continue reading *Overly dramatic sigh*
On message boards across the web you can find, far too easily, cringe-inducing posts by moms skewering each other's parenting styles and choices--battles over breastfeeding versus formula-feeding and catfights about co-sleeping and cribs, and that's just the tip of the judgemental iceberg. This sad reality is partly why, even though it was necessary to ensure… Continue reading The truth about moms