I’m not a particularly religious person, but this Christmas is a big one for us. It’s our first Christmas as parents, and Gabe’s first Christmas, period. I’m hoping the traditions we start with him now are ones that he’ll not only enjoy (or at least tolerate), but maybe pass on to his kids.
Congratulations, you successfully had a baby (or babies)! You’ve managed to complete The World’s Scariest Drive Home with your new addition, and now you’re staring down the barrel of The Rest Of Your Life. A baby isn’t raised in a vacuum, however, and you’ll need help.
When we were preparing to parent, we gobbled up any and all “good parenting” tips: no TV, constructive play, babywearing, “back to sleep,” only organic, cloth diapers, and more. But then Gabe came along and we learned the difference between ideal parenting and actual parenting.
It worked. Hallelujah and praise everything appropriate, it worked.
We’ve reached the hard part of parenting. Instead of jumping to make everything perfect for Gabe, we’re making him learn how to help himself the hard way. And it’s no fun for anyone.
He makes me cry. I call him “Turd Ferguson”. He’s simultaneously the best and worst thing I could have done, and I love him so terribly, terribly much.
I have, historically, been a somewhat squeamish person. If something fell in a just-cleaned toilet, I would just try to flush it, because EW POOP GERMS. But then Gabe came along, and while I still have a very firm aversion to poop, I’ve had to relax somewhat about it. If I didn’t, I’d never be […]
Hell is nine credits and a four-month-old baby who refuses to nap.
Who knew play was so much work? Not me, apparently.
As usual, I was up at 4:30 a.m. feeding Gabe, when I saw that a friend had gone to the hospital with contractions. I am so excited for her and her husband, a friend of mine since eighth grade. I’ve been open with her about the ups and downs of new parenthood, but I don’t […]
Eventually, it comes. The awkward silence, the sideways glance, and then the question: “What’s breastfeeding like?”
When it comes to trying to parent a baby, I feel like we were lied to. There were no out-and-out lies like “he’ll sleep through the night at five weeks,” but there were omissions. Big honking omissions. And when we’ve brought them up to more experienced parents, they laugh and tell us that whatever we […]
I wish I could adequately convey the amount of change that ten pounds of person has wrought in our lives. I don’t know how to explain it, he’s affected every aspect of my days and nights, from how loud I listen to music in the car (not as loud as before, but still pretty loud) […]
I’ve heard (well, read) a fair amount of debate over showers: baby, wedding, or otherwise. Are they selfish? Are they pointless? Are they a symbol of our corporate culture of greed? Are they a meaningless focus on the physical when we should be focusing on the mental and spiritual aspects of what the shower is […]
As a person who is female, my body is often seen as a public object open for discussion. As a pregnant woman, my body is not only open for discussion, but my choices are up for debate and judgment from friends, family, strangers, and anyone else who may cross my path. These comments are often […]