Just to remind ourselves that life is not ALL poop and oily hair, I wanted to take a brief moment to talk about some other things that are going on at LST headquarters. As I mentioned yesterday, I talked to a social worker about our current longest shortest time and I’ll be getting to that […]
All kinds of stinky: a new longest shortest time presents itself.
Sick of the mommy debates? Read this (very short!) book of poetry.
Sasha’s latest favorite thing to say is, “What are you talking about?” Whenever I’m talking to another grownup she’ll interrupt us with the question as soon as she’s lost (usually pretty immediately). There are variations, too: What are you saying? What are you doing? What is that? What is HE saying? I often find myself […]
You may remember, the last time I talked about sleep, we were dealing with the complications of removing the side from Sasha’s crib and her realization that this meant she could get out of her room . . . as often as she’d like. After processing what was going on through drawings, things settled down […]
When Sasha was six months old I enrolled her in a YMCA swim class that turned out to be taught by a woman who acted more like a high school coach than an instructor of babies. “C’mon, Sasha, kick! Lemme see those legs move!” she’d bark. When met with a stony baby stare she’d chide, […]
The first birthday that I was old enough to answer the question, “What do you want for a present?” I am told that I said, “Some string.” I’m not sure what I planned on doing with the string but I remember thinking of all forms of craft supplies—brightly colored tape, rubber bands, glue, shoe boxes—as […]
Recently my mom has been bringing over boxes filled with stuff from my childhood bedroom. Stuff like this: I look at things like my first pair of shoes and I wonder, Do I want these? Does a person hang on to her own baby shoes? Or are they the sorts of things that a mother […]
Sasha loves going to the library. Just not for the books. The library, in her eyes, is made for its tasty lunches (especially pickles!) and its plethora of computer buttons. She’ll sit in the kids’ library going down the line from chair to chair, pushing buttons on every single keyboard. Then she’ll start all over […]
I’ve mentioned before that I’m a pretty private person, and that as much as I share on this blog there is plenty about early motherhood that I keep to myself. Because so many people seem to genuinely find solace in the experiences and resources I post here, I’m going to share one of those things […]