All posts filed under: toddlers

Fellow Mamas, We Salute You

Fellow moms: Here’s to every frizzy, gray hair, chipped nail, under-eye circle, unwashed dish… …To every set of booger-encrusted, milk-&-tear-stained, 4th-night-in-a-row-being-worn pajamas, shower not taken, unfinished book, hell – let’s be honest – unfinished everything… …To every pair of tired & worn-out yoga pants, lonely & unused flat-iron, cold cup of coffee, and interrupted cuddle (with someone other than your child)… …For every item on this list, and the innumerable unmentioned, there’s a tear dried, a boo-boo kissed, a story read, a hand held, a little mouth (or 2 or 3 or 4!) fed. There’s a little person who is becoming who they are because of your daily guidance, love & selflessness, and who drifts off to sleep knowing that their mama loves them, “from the bottom of her heart,” “to the moon and back,” or “thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much…” and that makes it all worth it. Happy Mother’s Day.

Talking Toddlers “Off the Ledge…”

So, toddler tantrums, huh? This is a new, and admittedly challenging, experience for my husband and me. Lucky for my husband, he’s away with adult creatures most of the day, so he misses out on most of the lunacy that has recently unfolded in our house. When my son was born, he cried a fair amount. In his defense, he had a host of tummy troubles that took us about five months to resolve, so it wasn’t without good reason. Once we debunked the mystery of the tummy, it was like a switch had been flipped, and a halo illuminated above his cute little noggin. He no longer cried at random, rather, only when he truly needed something or was expressing upset. We could entertain house guests, go to any event for any length of time, and as long as he had his “boobie,” (<– he’s a nursing machine)  his “uppy,” (<–a phrase commonly used to describe a carrier in which mamas/daddies can wear their babes), and a toy or two, he was good to go! He …

One of the Lucky Ones…

So, every time I tell someone that I am pregnant (with baby #2!), especially women, I am of course congratulated and then met with a facial expression of concern, followed by the obligatory question, “How are you feeling?” to which I get to happily reply, “Great! A little tired… well, very tired sometimes, but overall great!” The beauty of it? It’s true. In my first pregnancy, aside from the awesome little bump that I developed  around 10 weeks, (yep, that’s early…something which I can only attribute to the fact that, although I’ve always been slim, I don’t have much muscle tone) I would never have known that I was pregnant at all. Some days I didn’t believe it. I had heard all of the horror stories of morning sickness/persistent nausea, gas, bloating, constipation… nada. I had a few headaches in the first trimester and some heartburn at the end, when my bump was GIGANTIC, but overall, it was a picture-perfect, symptom-free pregnancy. I did have some funny cravings. The first trimester was anything salty and full of …