Paityn has used the potty a few times before, but never for me. Just a handful of times at her Aunts house in her miniature hand-me down toilet that used to be Brady’s. But last night she grabbed my hand, mumbled something through her binky and led me up the stairs.“Potty?” I asked.“Yeah!” she said with nod.I held her hand as she pulled me to the bathroom where I took off her diaper and lifted her onto the toilet, careful to hold on so she didn’t fall. She grinned from ear to ear, beared down and made a tiny little tinkle....more
Here’s a family story to make you smile and maybe even want to cuddle a baby. A newborn can see clearly for about 8 inches, just far enough to focus intently on his mother’s face. It is almost as if the initiative to bond comes from the baby first, especially when I consider the fierce hand grip they are born with....more
When you’re pregnant with your first and then have only the one child, it is easy to feel like you are giving your child everything you have. I always felt when I pregnant with Honeybun that I was able to completely focus on her and taking care of both of us, I never felt like I was neglecting her and what she needed. This continued through her first year and even when I became pregnant with Sugarlum I still felt I was able to give both of my children what they needed. I never worried about taking away from Honeybun or having to share my love....more
Sibling love. My two year old and eight month old's interaction hasn’t yet evolved to playing together but already, I see glimpses of Shae in his big brother role – like when a friend is holding Oliver. He gets quite concerned and tries to pull him away and back to my arms. Oliver watches his brother with wide eyes (often ready to wince as he anticipates being sat on no doubt). I think back to my own childhood and my siblings, especially my older sister. I was in awe of her as a child....more
My sweet sister had the bottom sign made for our mom on her birthday last year. Our precious, thoughtful, imaginary brother, Norman, wanted to show her his affection as well, so he painted the top sign. The darling. Wonder where he found that red paint....more
I cried over the loss of N’s only child status for months after Little K was born. I worried I had ruined his little life – that two and a half years was not enough time to be the center of my world, and that he would feel completely displaced forever. My intention was always to have a second because I grew up with a sister and think every child needs a sibling. But the reality of that second child was a little different from what I envisioned....more
I’m sure you’ve heard the expression “first-world problems” -- as in when a privileged person complains about his or her tough life when less fortunate people would do anything to have that “problem.” For example, me complaining about cleaning up for the cleaning ladies is a classic first-world problem -- yet I still do it every other Thursday. Well, this is sort of like that, except I’m talking about first-born problems.