*Overly dramatic sigh*

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*

The truth about moms

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

Open wide

So, as I reported earlier, we visited Seattle Children's Hospital this week to see Robin, Stella's wonderful and very wise occupational therapist. We wanted to check in and see how Stella is doing with solids. We were worried because she wasn't eating as much as a nine-month-old is "supposed to" by now. She had not… Continue reading Open wide

Nine months

So, Stella has been outside the womb for just about as long as she was in it. This seems like a big milestone to me and my uterus. Stells (that's not a typo--it's one of our nicknames for her) celebrated her nine-month birthday on Sunday. The occasion was marked with a Waterbabies class (with a… Continue reading Nine months

Yes, that’s a toothbrush next to the can opener.

This is not staged. It's an actual mess that accumulated on our counter one evening last week. Here is a list of all the things that do not belong here: Three wine bottles Half of an avocado Dirty bib Grater Onion, avocado and mushroom scraps Notebook Can opener Electric toothbrush Toothbrush charger Measuring spoon Bag… Continue reading Yes, that’s a toothbrush next to the can opener.

Firsts and fiascos in Boston.

Wow. We just returned from Boston and I honestly don't know where to begin. It was Stella's first plane trip and travel experience. In fact, the  ordeal adventure was  loaded with firsts--for me and Stella Bella. 1.) Stella crawled--really crawled--for the first time. This is big. As elated as I am that Stella triumphantly reached… Continue reading Firsts and fiascos in Boston.

Wrong again. Then right.

There have been so many times during our seven months with Stella when we thought we had everything figured out, only to discover that we were completely wrong. Back when she was refusing to eat and not gaining much weight, before her two months with the tube, we were, at one point, convinced that the… Continue reading Wrong again. Then right.

Lucky seven. (Months, that is.)

On St. Patrick's Day, Stella turned seven months old. I'm pretty sure that means she can get a driver's permit. And maybe even a part-time job. At the very least, she can sit up for long periods of time before the weight of her large head pulls her over. She can tickle the ivories like… Continue reading Lucky seven. (Months, that is.)

My other resume

I've jumped back into the freelance writing life in an effort to make a bit of money while I stay home with Stella Bella. This, of course, necessitated the updating of my resume. It got me thinking. Some of my most impressive achievements and abilities will never grace the pages of this supposedly all-important document.… Continue reading My other resume

At six months, a weight is lifted.

Stella has been weighed dozens and dozens and dozens of times during her six months here on earth. More times than the average Orange County housewife--nevermind the average baby. Many more times than a parent can reasonably expect to endure while maintaining his or her sanity. For close to three months, we went to the… Continue reading At six months, a weight is lifted.