Thrilled to be published on Mamalode this month, talking about whether or not we exist beyond our children. There are goldfish crackers ground into your carpet. There is a small streak of peanut butter on the side of your sofa that matches the height of a toddler who just earned the right to walk…
Do you remember your first time? Not that first time. That’s part of what got you in to this mothering mess to begin with. The other first times. The ones that define your grand entrance into parenthood. The messy ones. The ones that aren’t always marked on a calendar. The firsts that no one ever…
It’s 10 am. I’m walking out of Starbucks backwards, pushing the door open with my rear end so that I can pull my stroller through the narrow doorway. Without spilling my coffee. Bennie is tucked into his infant carseat, buckled into the stroller, sleeping soundly. If I walk fast enough and don’t stop for any…
At 20 weeks pregnant, I asked my doctor if it was safe to go to Vegas. “It’s not what you think. I’m going with my mom.” Which made it sound even more bizarre than it actually was. We were going to Las Vegas to see Tim McGraw and Faith Hill in concert. Two separate flights,…
My son’s scream sliced through the din of the restaurant lobby. It was a four year old’s panicked scream, the kind of scream that makes a parent’s body go cold in an instant. Max’s tiny fingers were caught in the enormous door. I keep replaying that moment in my mind. It’s a horrifying, slow-motion movie. We were on…
“I love you Mommy” he says, pressing his flushed cheek to my enormous belly. “And I love baby brother, too”. My sweet son kisses my belly, his (almost) 4 year old frame wrapped around my leg. I bend slowly to lift him up, settle him on top of where his baby brother is kicking furiously…
I’m over at HuffPost Parents today, telling the truth about bringing home baby. If your first few weeks with a newborn were a whirlwind of 3 minute showers, sweaty nursing tanks, and old yoga pants….come join our conversation! ************ I’ll admit it. At 30 weeks pregnant, I have a little chip on my shoulder. I’m…