My Mom didn’t have it all together when I was a kid. It sounds like a terrible thing to say, especially considering all the guilt I know she carries from that time. While I reassure her about how lucky I am to have her as my mother, and I am lucky, those positive things aren’t what…
Grandparents
The Tweetest Thing: A Birth Story
Here is my confession: I don’t like reading Birth Stories. I love the actual story, but when written down they tend to get long and wordy before they start getting interesting. While I’m at it, I might as well admit something else: After going through hours of labour, the memory of my birthing experiences always seem…
Mama Home
“Dada? Mama sick. Mama sick. Mama no home.” We had just seen Cameron for the first time after leaving home for the hospital nineteen hours earlier to deliver his baby brother. For the first time in a long time, someone other than Mommy or Daddy had put him to bed the night before and for…
Anti-Gravity
As my belly has grown larger and my pregnant days continue to tick off, gravity seems to be my worst enemy. Everything seems heavier. I have never been so conscious of the natural phenomenon that attracts my body to the center of the earth as when I am pregnant. I have never been more aware…
I Was Home – Faces of a Family
I was so excited about this past weekend. I was finally going to meet my new niece Ella. And although this brand new baby was the primary purpose of our trip, I was mostly excited to bring together my entire family in its current form. My parents, two sisters, one brother-in-law, my husband, one toddler, and (now)…
Her September 11th Story
I have to admit, I was angry on September 11th, 2011. I was angry at the media saturation. I was angry at the social media saturation. I was angry that all people were talking about was where they were. I just didn’t care. I was grieving and I didn’t have time for everyone’s sensationalized grief….
Choosing Elmo
I was so thankful for all the help that was offered to me while I was pregnant with Cameron. Friends and family and people I didn’t even know sent boxes of baby clothes and letters of encouragement. Having a baby has the simultaneous effect of making one feel so frightened and alone and yet laden…
Daddy’s Boy
When I was growing up, I had a great relationship with my father. Daddy’s Girl. Every daughter with a Dad can claim this title at least once in her life. This was the reason I thought I wanted a daughter when I was pregnant. I really wanted my husband to experience this deep connection with his…
Saying Thanks
“All I really want are children who are respectful, who listen, obey, clean up once in a while and appreciate what I do around here!”This was often uttered in our household growing up, every time birthdays, Christmases, and Mother’s Days rolled around. “Mo-om!” we’d roll our eyes. Seriously, she expected us to improve on perfection? Sure, maybe…
Making ME Count
It has been a full week of civic duty in our household. First we elected a Conservative majority in our country. And then on Wednesday we were greeted with the 2011 census. Rather, we were greeted with a code to complete the survey online. Whatever, I’m not good at mailing things anyway. Figuring I would…
Be Jealous
Chick flick and colada/daiquiris. Sounds like a perfect girl’s night out. Or, it sounds like my husband loves his wife enough to see a movie that she wanted to see and not make fun of her for having a girly drink while he drank a Coke. People? We had a date! I love being a…