Last Monday I thought it would be fun to take Little Man to the beach. There are supposedly some nice beaches along the shore of Lake Erie, and I did buy him a nice, reusable swim diaper, and the weather was appropriately warm for such an activity, and it might not be good weather for… Continue reading Thwarted, or, I need a GPS
Little Man is about 18 months old. Some of his favorite expressions include, “Whoooooaaaaaaaaahh!” “Noooo!” “Uh-oh.” and “Oh no!” He is a source of endless amusement. One of my friends just had her first baby (Mazel Tov!), and remarked how it’s not possible to describe that amazing transition from non-mother to mother. So true. I… Continue reading Completely Amazing
When I was expecting Little Man, I was pretty good about remembering to take my prenatal vitamins. Those big, gnarly pills ensured that my baby was getting all the nutrients necessary to grow big and strong. Right? This pregnancy, practically every time I have taken those mammoth pills, I have yakked. Strong, horrid waves of… Continue reading the Prenatal Predicament
It started when we got engaged. People would ask, “So, what does your chosson do?” I would reply, “He’s in medical school.” Eyebrows would raise; heads would nod approvingly. “Ah, a doctor,” they would say. Call me naive, but I was in the dark as to what exactly was the big deal. One of my… Continue reading Oh, so you married a DOCTOR?!!
It was bound to happen eventually. I did it to my mother, after all. It’s practically a family tradition now. Let me back up. I was in that place between sleep and consciousness, where I knew I needed to get up, but I was still relishing those last few minutes of shut-eye. Little Man was… Continue reading Well, good morning to you, too!
It’s funny how sometimes I think I’m being entirely clear, and then I realize that what I said could be interpreted completely differently from how it is in my head. For instance, as we were pulling out of our driveway for our recent road trip, I realized that I needed to eat a little more… Continue reading Communcating, or not.
My son and I went on a trip last week to St. Louis, to visit my parents and friends. On our second day we visited my friend Alexandra. About a block from her house I heard Moshe coughing in the backseat. I thought to myself, “Oh, he just took an extra-big swig of water.” Then… Continue reading Being a Mommy
I tried to give Moshe a pacifier when he was a little baby. He wasn’t really interested, and the pacifiers we purchased ended up in a drawer with all the other potentially useful yet unused baby paraphernalia. Fast forward fourteen months (or so), when we borrowed a car seat from a friend. Said car seat… Continue reading Pacifiers