It wasn’t until my first son was born that I realized I was lacking in the lullaby department. One of my friend’s husband told me that any song you know can be a lullaby if you sing it that way.
My older son has food allergies. Learning that he had them, and learning how to deal with them, has been an ongoing process. I’ve been hoping that by some miracle my baby wouldn’t also have them.
After I had my first baby, I learned that my entire network of medical professionals were on the lookout for Postpartum Depression, or PPD. I confessed to the pediatrician I just met that before I could leave the house to take in my 6-day old son, my husband had to remind me to stop crying for… Continue reading Suffocating Postpartum Anxiety
My husband is the worst. There will always be things that your husband or partner does that you don’t like. When it comes to parenting with another person, the list of things they do incorrectly or not up to your standards may be incredibly long, especially if you’re a type-A controlling person like me. Maybe I’m… Continue reading Trashing Your Marriage Online
Well, we’ve made it to day three. Day one was as successful as it probably could have been. I did have to adjust my definition of success to include poops on the floor, but they weren’t in a diaper so that’s a win. We knew it would happen, but we had a really hard time… Continue reading Potty Training – Day 3
My husband and I have taken a very laissez faire approach to the issue of potty training. Part of our apathy toward potty training has been about timing and ability – mostly our issues and not his. But we have a toddler that tells us when he’s peed in his diaper. Which brings us to today – we’ve decided that we’re going to take the pants off and see what happens.
Last night I got called out by the moderator for a Facebook comment I made in a mom’s group. Along the lines of …but we aren’t judging, right? Different strokes for different folks…