So, I am a thinking mother. I’ve even read an article from a website/magazine dedicated to thinking mothers. Weaning Ella, by Jill Christman, Asst. Professor of English at Ball State University, is a haunting, lyrical elegy to the emotional and physical bond engendered by breastfeeding. Prof. Christman is a genius as a writer; she [...]
I read an article yesterday about a couple adopting a daughter from China. I’ll summarize here, but I encourage you to read the whole thing if you’re interested. A couple spent two years trying to conceive and then decided to adopt from China. The logistics took over a year to arrange, and when they arrived [...]
Turns out, not very. Well, actually, not at all.
I feel like someone is missing from this picture — oh right, Dick.
Never fear; Dick and I had some very quality sleeping time before this debacle. Spot came in at 6:30 to nurse. Susan had a nightmare and came in around 6:45 (after Dick’s consoling attempts [...]
Spot is just one week shy of 7 months, and finally sitting up for 10 seconds at a time! At her 4- and 6- month checkups, the nurses quizzed me, as usual, on her eating, sleeping, pooping, motor skills, hearing, responsiveness, eye-tracking, and also on my baby-proofing, growth-stimulating (“and you read and sing to her [...]
I wrote a couple weeks ago about my good friend Melinda, who was in the process of weaning her 6-month-old baby, on the advice of her neurologist, in order to resume taking her MS drug. In my bumbling way, I tried to express to her my support for making tough, necessary decisions. A (one-time?) reader [...]
Thoreau wrote: “The unexamined life is not worth living.” I would add that the unexamined method of parenting is not worth practicing. When I had my first child 6 1/2 years ago, I spent a lot of time reading, talking and observing to ensure that I was being the best mom I could; I’ve been [...]
So, I have this friend named Rixa, well, I’m not sure she is really still my friend, and we never were really that close, although I do remember going to a coed kickboxing class when the four of us were newly-married, at the Smith Fieldhouse at BYU. And then there was the time they slept [...]