When it was just my son I took great pleasure in choosing toys for him. I chose things that I thought he would love. Now my shopping compass is a little different. I watch my girls sitting in each others laps because they are competing for the lone kid-scaled seat. I catch the glint in the . . . → Read More: Toys For Three
I had pink eye as a kid. It sucked. I never thought about it again until I was in my 30s and in the third trimester of my first pregnancy, when I had the poor judgment to watch Knocked Up the night my husband returned from a bachelor party in Vegas. I know, . . . → Read More: No farts on the pillow.
I have read tips from many bloggers who write much more than I do. They cover privacy issues, questions of integrity, and how to come back to your blog after a long hiatus. Everyone says that you shouldn’t apologize or provide an explanation after a long silence since nobody cares, just start writing again. . . . → Read More: Doing The Right Thing
Two friends have contacted me in the last week to ask for advice; friends of theirs are in the same situation I found myself in last year, with a young toddler and twins on the way. I have lots of advice: send your toddler to preschool a few mornings a week, get a great stroller . . . → Read More: It’s the new normal.
I can’t stop thinking about Melanie Thernstrom’s NYT Magazine piece on her “twiblings,” her children born five days apart with one egg donor, the husband’s sperm and two surrogates (she refers to them as “gestational carriers”). She and her husband pursued this path after five failed IVFs. Countless comments suggested that they should have adopted . . . → Read More: twin mom on twiblings.
Who I Am
Although I’ve been a writer for ages and contribute to several blogs under my own name, I’ve always maintained my personal blogs with a much higher level of anonymity. I’ve used aliases or no names at all, like I do here, but I’m kind of over it. I wanted to have a certain degree . . . → Read More: Who I Am, Where I’ve Been
I can’t believe how long it’s been since I last posted here. So much has happened. My beautiful twin daughters are nearly 13 weeks old, fraternal twins who look nothing alike. My son turned two three weeks after his little sisters were born. I’m very pleased to report that he has not shown a bit of . . . → Read More: Is this thing still on?
The party in my tummy has escalated into a minor riot. For the last three days my belly has been really tender, midway between my sternum and my navel. When I spoke with a nurse from my OB’s office she asked if it was near my diaphragm and I had to stop for a . . . → Read More: THE NATIVES ARE GETTING RESTLESS
Confession: my son never really watched television until this pregnancy started kicking my butt. Thanks to the DVR we are able to keep it to Sesame Street and Yo Gabba Gabba, but I still don’t feel great about it, especially when he asks for it by name… ish. He will say TV, Elmo or . . . → Read More: THERE’S A PARTY IN MY TUMMY
Eureka! Baby Jogger Summit XC Double.
The funny thing about Baby Jogger is that most of their strollers aren’t joggers at all; the company first made the scene 25 years ago with the first jogging stroller, but these days I see many more of their City Series than their Performance strollers. Everyone I know who has . . . → Read More: STROLLERS – BABY JOGGER SUMMIT XC DOUBLE