Torah Tuesdays

Torah Tuesdays: A Watchful Eye

Toddlers are like little mp3 players (I was going to say parrots, but I thought I would be more high-tech with the analogy):  They record everything they hear and repeat it.  Little Man is getting very, very good at repeating things.  It’s both exhilarating and terrifying. This new phrase of his reminds me of a… Continue reading Torah Tuesdays: A Watchful Eye

Parenting

It’s like a three-ring circus over here

That’s how it feels sometimes to have two kids under the age of two. [spotlight on Ring #1.  The emcee’s voice rings out over the stadium] In the first ring we have our toddler, Little Man, awake and ready to face the day!  Who will get him from his crib?  What will he have for… Continue reading It’s like a three-ring circus over here

Parenting

Well, this wasn’t exactly how I pictured it

Back in the day, when I was a single girl, I was able to fantasize about what my life would be like after I got married and started a family.  My children would be little angels, always cooperating without hesitation, never throwing a tantrum or screaming in public, making my coffee in the morning and… Continue reading Well, this wasn’t exactly how I pictured it

Parenting

Translating from toddler

Language is an interesting thing.  One of the times when my parents were visiting, Little Man had just started to experiment with different consonants.  At one point he said something which sounded like “guck.”  My mom, glowing with the pride of her first grandchild’s certain genius, turned to me and gushed, “He said ‘dog!’ “… Continue reading Translating from toddler

Parenting

Who needs external validation? Me, apparently.

My mother-in-law left this morning.  She spent a glorious ten days with us.  Now, I know that the stereotypical mother-in-law may not be a welcome house-guest, but thankfully, my mother-in-law is hardly stereotypical!    I won’t go into detail about the massive amount of help she provided, but will just mention that I am extremely well-rested.… Continue reading Who needs external validation? Me, apparently.

Parenting

Have a newborn? Try Cumulative Sleeping

As anyone who has ever had a newborn will attest, sleep is a rare, precious commodity.  When nursing either on a schedule or on demand, it can feel like every time you turn around, the baby needs to be fed again.  And again.  And again. In addition to the seemingly endless cycle of feeding, there… Continue reading Have a newborn? Try Cumulative Sleeping

Parenting

Dealing with the guilt of mothering

(This is my 100th post!) Sometimes when Little Man is yelling for me because he can’t quite reach the toy he wants, or can’t quite get up on the couch, or some other very important toddler frustration, and I’m in the middle of dinner (or a book, or any activity that is helping me center… Continue reading Dealing with the guilt of mothering

Parenting

Items in a Mommy’s Purse

Do you ever wonder what is in those monster bags that mommies carry around?  If so, today is your lucky day!  It was time to clean out my purse, and I thought it would be interesting to document just what finds its way in there. Here are my findings: 5 – piano books; chapsticks (five?… Continue reading Items in a Mommy’s Purse

Parenting

A Suggested Strategy for Diaper Changing Drama

 Hi!  Welcome to Life in the Married Lane!  If you’re new here, you may want to subscribe to my RSS feed.  Thanks for visiting, and enjoy your stay! Those were the halcyon days:  I would say to Little Man, “Time for a new diaper!”  and he would gleefully run to the diaper changing pad in… Continue reading A Suggested Strategy for Diaper Changing Drama

Home stuff

The dream and the reality: our second car

We lasted over two years with one car.  If I needed to go anywhere, I would bundle up the baby and hoof it.  I went to the library, the grocery store, the butcher, the bookstore, the health food shop, basically, everywhere.  This arrangement worked out fairly well, except for a few notable occasions: Doctor’s appointments.… Continue reading The dream and the reality: our second car