Emma’s swing died on Wednesday morning. Like, died-dead and not just batteries-dead. And I realize this is snarky of me, but I’m rather shocked at the number of people who asked me if the batteries were dead when I said the swing was dead as if there was no possible way I would’ve thought to…
infant sleep
Don’t Quit On Your Worst Day
At this point with Joshua, he was totally off the boob. He’d decided he couldn’t be bothered to drink from the tap because he didn’t have to work as hard with bottles. I was exclusively pumping and he was combination fed. I knew exactly how much he was getting and how often. He’d sleep for…
Yes, another post about sleep
A funny thing happens when moms start talking about sleep. Actually a couple of things. Either moms throw up their hands in the air in the spirit of commiseration and sigh that their babies don’t sleep either and offer you wine and Ambien or they offer advice on how to get your child to sleep….
People who know me know two things
1. I’ve never been very good at letting go of things that get to my heart. I have this hard exterior (I think) but I am a brooder. I ruminate and chew on the things that strike me emotionally until they are virtually nothing. 2. I am also very logical and reason-oriented. I need things…