Aug 13 2013
Jared devouring his first cupcake on his 1st birthday.
The other night I took my daughter’s pink Disney Princess booster seat off the kitchen chair to clean it. As it turns out, that was the last night she used it. She says she doesn’t need it anymore, her big eyes in her tiny head poking up above the table.
That’s how it always goes, my husband says. One day something is super important and the next you’re deciding whether to donate it or sell it on Craigslist.
We’re hypersensitive to the finality of even the most trivial things because our second and last baby just turned 1. As he starts to formulate his first words, we’re stuck trying to find our own, too–ones to describe the sadness and yet slight elation around knowing there will never be another infant we made in the house. Read the rest of this entry →
Jul 25 2013
A few years before we became parents, Josh and I took a 10-day trip to Israel and Italy. Here is what we took with us: One small rollerboard suitcase and one small carry-on each. That’s right: two adults, 10 days, two countries, three small bags. That’s how we like to roll.
Flash forward a few years, and I schlep more than that for an afternoon at the lake with the girls. We’ve got the diaper bag, the towel bag, the beach toys, and the lunch bag. Two kids, three hours, four bags. Oy.
I think that’s been one of the hardest parts of parenthood for me–adjusting to all of the kid-related crap that has cluttered our daily lives. Before we had kids, I would spend my morning train ride to work staring in disdain at my fellow commuters who somehow thought it was reasonable to travel the streets draped in several bags, one of which was inevitably a giant open-topped tote with belongings spilling out all over the place. Oh no no, I would cluck to myself. That just won’t do. I commuted with one bag, one ZIPPED bag.
Karma is such a bitch. Read the rest of this entry →
Aug 2 2012
When I left our house to go to the hospital to deliver our firstborn, there was no crib set up. Even though we knew it was going to be a boy, there were no blue walls, expensive bedding, or themed decorations. We were living amongst boxes with a SOLD sign in our front yard. The guest room was sparsely staged and never functioned as the nursery we had planned. While I was recovering and snuggling our newborn, my husband rushed home from the hospital and set up a co-sleeper next to our bed and picked up a changing table from the furniture store. Read the rest of this entry →