Head OVER heels.
OVERtired.
Won me OVER.
OVERachiever.
OVER the moon.
OVER my head.
OVERjoyed.
OVERwhelmed.
These are all things I have felt since becoming a mom. There were times when the OVERwhelmed outweighed the OVERjoyed feelings, and there were definitely times I was OVER it. But one of the things I’ve always tried to do here is talk about ALL the moments – the good, the bad, the ugly-cry moments. I just think it’s important that we talk about how it really is. [Read more…]
The other day a big box arrived at our door. The dog barked, Connor went wild with excitement, and I anxiously watched the monitor to see if the commotion would wake Ethan up. (It didn’t. Love that kid.) Connor always wants to open packages right away (who doesn’t?) but especially this one, because he was convinced it was full of LEGO. A gigantic box full of LEGO. And he was not dissuaded by the fact that it didn’t rattle when we shook it.
I knew it wasn’t LEGO, but I was actually more excited about what was inside. It was full of clothes. And not for me. [Read more…]
Waaaay back when the iPhone first came out I remember telling Rich that I couldn’t see why anyone would want one. All those functions and silly things? Messy! I liked my straightforward little cell phone.
Yeah, clearly if there were an app for eating one’s words I’d have had to download it onto my precious iPhone.
I finally got an iPhone just over a year ago when I quit my job before we moved and had to (got to?) turn in my work BlackBerry. (I wasn’t sorry to see it go.) One of the things I love most about having an iPhone is how much Rich and I text each other. He often sends me pictures if he’s out with one of the boys – I have pictures of Connor sleeping in odd places, in front of Christmas displays, at the dentist, you name it. And Rich, in turn, has received lots of texts from me with pictures of Ethan sleeping. (What? He’s cute when he sleeps.) [Read more…]
So you know that 20 minutes of intention thing I’m doing? It turns out my 20 minutes are not spent writing. At least not here. I did take some time the other night to get caught up on some things on my to-do list, but my writing here is taking a bit of a hit. I think part of the problem is that I have a few posts in draft that are basically complete but not really working for me. So I’m kind of stuck.
If you’d like to read some recent posts (pretty please?) you can find the story of the first stages of my postpartum depression diagnosis on Huffington Post. I think it accurately sums up the depth of my denial.
I also wrote another piece for Postpartum Progress – 6 reasons having a baby after PPD is easier. Not everyone agrees with this, of course, but it makes the discussion around this really interesting.
I’ll share some more thoughts on the 20 minutes experiment soon, but one thing it has confirmed is that I am spectacularly talented at wasting time on the computer. And on my phone. And on my iPad. I knew this already, which is one of the reasons I wanted to take up this challenge. In part I blame my slightly misfiring, sleep-deprived synapses, which make it very easy to zone out in front of a screen and only process something as long as a tweet or a status update. But it’s also a habit, and one I need to work harder to break. [Read more…]
The first time we went into a store to look at baby gear I hyperventilated in the car seat aisle. Well, not really, but I did stand there frozen like an idiot while my husband picked things up and read tags. I promptly wandered over to look at cute baby clothes.
It’s funny how some baby gear seems complicated (car seats, strollers, carriers) and other stuff doesn’t (sleepers). So in absence of any ability to make a decision about a car seat you buy a really cute sleeper and then when your baby is born you learn the sleepers that snap all the way down both legs — as opposed to the full zip ones — are easier to use (and don’t freeze your baby’s tummy in the middle of the night). I think most people just look at how cute the Winnie the Pooh sleepers are and don’t realize it matters how the darn things do up.
Just me? [Read more…]
