Years ago, before kids, before the suburbs, before going to the grocery store alone became a luxury– Mike and I were riding the subway…. I think we had gone to Union Square to pick up groceries from Trader Joe’s or Whole Foods (or wherever) and were heading home– but I’m not entirely sure. … What… Continue reading This one time on the subway
I’m writing this bleary eyed and covered in spit up… With one hand around my 1-month-old and the other typing on my iPhone. Sweet Theodore (“Teddy”) is nursing. Sweet Addie is watching Curious George. It’s a rare moment of relative quiet-no tears, no demands… Both children are content (for the moment). And me? I’m tired…so… Continue reading Hello from the other side… Or Mother of 2
Mommy guilt… I find myself reading AND hearing about it (and sometimes experiencing it) all the time… Maybe that’s because I can’t help myself from clicking on almost every parenting-related post I see… Maybe that’s because I watched the trailer for “Bad Moms” twice last night….Maybe it’s because parenting is a job that comes without… Continue reading Bad Mom(s)… OR (Yet Another Post about) Mommy Guilt… Or Screen Time…
Dear Addie, There are certain “2-year-old traits” that I hope you’ll outgrow… Like diapers and temper tantrums. But there are other traits that I hope you’ll hold onto… Today we were at a music class. You were running around (per usual) while I sat and watched you and sang by myself (the mom friends I… Continue reading Lessons from a 2-year-old
1 year ago… I was probably on the subway– squished up against strangers, trying to keep my 1-year-old happy, checking work emails to make sure nothing urgent was happening, silently hating every single man (and woman– but honestly mostly the men) sitting with his legs insanely spread out (overcompensating) while I stood angrily in a… Continue reading Truth… Or 1 year ago/1 year later
I had an ultrasound tech yesterday who told me that she had her kids close in age… At one point she had a 2 year-old, a 1 year-old, and newborn twins. I simultaneously wanted to hug her and then ask her ALL THE QUESTIONS.. How did she survive? How did she look so young? When… Continue reading When 3 becomes 4…or fake it till you make it?
I love a plan. I love a schedule. But, even on the best of days, planning with a toddler is often asinine–one day coloring is all the rage…the next day coloring lasts all of 30 seconds…One day she’ll eat her vegetables…the next day she won’t… Toddlers are unpredictable… And for a planner like myself–that can… Continue reading Un-Planning…