This morning, as Jonah was squirming, fighting, crying while I tried to put him in his jumperoo — just so I wouldn’t have to follow him up the stairs over and over for the next 20 minutes, I had an idea.
So, I’m reading more about this peaceful parenting thing — and you know how things sometimes get mixed up in your head in a really Freudian way? I keep calling it perfection parenting which isn’t exactly helpful as far as a mental image, for me — and I go back into my own archives this . . . → Read More: panic parenting
The boy’s top two teeth, center, have poked through, the two flanking are sliding into position, and his shirts are soaked through.
I decided a long time ago to pretend it’s my saliva anyway, and therefore not gross. I mean, given where he’d been, once upon a time, inside me . . . → Read More: drool me a river
First of all, let me say, I am bookmarking the comments from the previous post — nay! — I am printing them out POSTER SIZE and putting them up on the wall. I asked for support when I was feeling scared and lonely and you all gave me more than I imagined possible. I am . . . → Read More: the conclusion: lessons in compassion
I’ve been having a hard time blogging lately. Did you miss me?
This THING happened recently, and I haven’t been able to get past it.
Someone whom I made angry decided to use what she knows of me from reading this blog to write the meanest, most ugly, unkind criticism, critique, whipping, beating, roundhouse blackout . . . → Read More: the thing i wasn’t going to write about
Milestone report: Over the last three days, Jonah has begun climbing stairs. And so I’ve joined that long lineage of parents hunched down . . . → Read More: farm, stairs, no-ooo-oo
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