When Did My Baby Become a Baby-Sitter?

Not long ago, my baby was babysitting for a young mom in the community. It was so surreal to watch her...independently...care for this child. As I watched her, my mind took me back to when she was a baby. I remembered her first Halloween when we dressed her up as a Dalmatian puppy. I remembered getting my first camera and making her pose with her big brother....more

Merry Postpartum Christmas!

It was 2004 and my son Richie was just a few weeks old, it was dark, I was on the couch nursing, disheveled, sleep deprived, a leaky breast, a bowl of cheese-it’s in reach, and the glare of Little House reruns lighting my way as tears rolled down my face and wishes that sun would shine as Postpartum Depression was kicking my ass. And in flash I was back to 2010, seven years later, PPD was hovering over me once again and I did not like it one bit. I was actually terrified, because people PPD Sucks. SUCKS.BIG.TIME....more

Discovering Priorities

 Last night, I saw my mommy-life flash before my eyes.  We were mid-way home from our trip to Connecticut.  It wasn't the plane ride, or the airports, or the unsafe bus, or the fact that we were all exceedingly ill that pushed me over the edge.  It was Bean.Bean, Dulce's blanket and lovey. ...more

Christmas Sucks!

Ok, so I wanted to wait till everyone had come down from the excitement of Christmas to post this.  Christmas sucks without children.  At least it sucks for me and my family.  I know people will think I’m being negative or throwing a pity party because I’m not pregnant yet but, truth is, this has been the unspoken opinion of all my family members for years.  It’s not Christmas without grandparents and the joy of children.  We still go to mass on Christmas Eve, we still make a nice meal, some years we even put up a tree but most of the time we find it all a big hassl...more

Shabbat: I Like Your Love

We started doing Friday night Shabbat dinners a while ago around here. Michael, my five year old, came home from his first year in Jewish Sunday school asking me why we don't celebrate Shabbat, and since I didn't have an answer, we do now.  Michael also insits most Fridays that we invite someone, "because Shabbat should be shared Mommy.  My teacher said so."  (Remind me to investigate exactly what is being taught at the synagogue we belong to.)  I'm through my Jewish friends and am going to move on to my non-Jewish friends soon.   ...more
I love the sentiment and how a Shabbot dinner really draws the line between the sacred and the ...more

It's a journey, man....

Last year I posted a Facebook status that said, “What I learned this year.” I received a lot of responses that were funny, insightful and telling. I sprinkled in my own nuggets from the year within the list of snarky and sarcastic (which seems to be my trademark style). This year I thought I’d make my list a blog post and let the readers comment at will again....more

New Year's Resolutions- Made to be Broken?

always thought that New Year’s resolutions were made to be broken and so I always half-heartedly made them and then broke them. These days, I still think that New Year’s resolutions are made to be broken- well, most of them are, anyway. With the most difficult year of my life drawing to an end, it doesn’t seem right not to have learnt anything from it or to simply move into the next year without even considering things that I can change, being who I am now. So I’m dividing my resolutions....more

Holiday Intensity

 Christmas is for the memories.  Christmas is for the anticipation.  Christmas, at least when you're the parent of two year olds, is not for the day, itself.On Christmas Eve, I excitedly brought down my horribly wrapped presents and placed them carefully under the tree in the most eye-pleasing manner I could manage.  I stepped back to view my work, envisioning the happy day that was surely awaiting us. ...more

The Border Between Babyhood and Childhood: An Amazing Place

I have decided that I would like my twins to stay four years old forever. I have yet to figure out to whom I make this request, but I am working on it. I am not asking for them to stay small for life. I would just like time to stand still for a couple more years. I don't think that is an irrational request. With seven and a half years of parenting experience under my belt, I have come to the conclusion that four years old is the age of pure perfection....more

The Santa Concept

 Christmas has been so hectic.  Dragging babies across the country, presents, presents, different foods, different people, presents, a massive snow storm, and, well, presents. It's amazing how quickly the girls took to the idea of Santa.  We hadn't prepared them for it throughout the season.  We mentioned Chr...more