parenting, personal

“Mommy”

I sat on the floor and I cried. My two year old hugged me an patted me on the cheek. He did this mere moments after throwing his plate on the floor screaming "NO" and yelling at the top of his lungs.  I cried because I was failing him. I cried because he deserves patience and empathy and understanding and I had significantly less than he demanded of me that day. 

babywearing, parenting, personal

Tips for Sending your Carrier Travelling

The day has arrived, a new carrier was delivered; it’s fluff mail! Excitedly you open your package and remark at the beauty of your new carrier. This wonderful and beautiful tool that will help you and your baby achieve and bond. You pour over the directions and care instructions and possibly give your carrier (wrap) a wash, an iron, and give it spin....

Lifestyle, personal

NanoWriMooooo….Year.

This one is going to take me a while. With a 15 month old at home, holidays ahead, and work to do, there are just not enough hours in the day. Progress however, is happening. "Sagma arrived in typical fashion, she was well dressed, her hair pulled back. She wore a deep purple scarf about… Continue reading NanoWriMooooo….Year.

baby, Lifestyle, parenting, personal

My Son is One

This weekend my son turned one. This milestone is both exciting and bittersweet. My sweet sweet little baby is becoming a little boy and we, as parents, survived our first year in parenthood. I am flooded with emotions of pride, of aleviation, and also sadness. The days are long but the years are short. Time… Continue reading My Son is One

baby, parenting, personal

He’s only a baby for a short while.

There's a poem, or life lesson, or "inspirational" thingy floating around the internet about cherishing the moments with your children because you never know when it might be 'the last'. It's super depressing to read through and I'm pretty sure it's just designed to make hormonal mommas cry BUT it got me to thinking about my own moments that have ended.