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Happy Wean-iversary to Cooper!

Cooper, at 2 months, doing his favorite thing in the world at the time.

It’s hard to believe that about one year ago, right around this time, Cooper finally weaned. I say finally, only because he was over two and half years old, but not because I particularly wanted him to wean. As with my other two children, the experience was bittersweet. Breastfeeding for me was a wonderful and easy way to comfort my babies and bond with them. When it ended it was liberating in a way, but a symbolic moment of “growing up” for my children and a reminder to me that I will not always be the center of their universes. We are raising them with the hopes that they will one day leave the safety of the home nest and soar off to a successful and happy life, complete with their own nests.

I always knew I would nurse my children, from the time I was very young and Read More

There Were Four in the Bed and the Little One Said “Roll Over!”

My husband and I celebrated our eleventh anniversary this weekend. We kept it low key and went out to dinner with all three kids and had a great time. But the best part of the day? When our brand new king-sized bed was delivered. I had been begging for a king for years because my older sister (and mother of four) told me the best piece of baby equipment she and her husband owned was a king-sized bed. But my husband kept saying our room was too small (he did have a point), we’d have to buy all new sheets in king-size (another good point), and he didn’t think we should spend the money (and there I heartily disagreed).

Since none of our kids have been great sleepers (read my blog “When Will My Babies Sleep Through the Night? Maybe Never,”) we ended up co-sleeping by default. I … Read More

Lordy, Lordy, Mama Turned 40!

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This past Thursday, July 3, I turned 40. I’ve tried to look at the passing of another decade in a positive light, despite the fact that part of me wishes I could stop time and stay young forever. But I can’t so the next best thing is to celebrate the life I’ve lived and hope to live at least another forty years.

My thirties were important years. I had every one of my three children between the ages of 31 and 37 years. My thirties were also incredibly hard as I often struggled with trying not to lose my own identity and yet not having a second to spare to be anything but “Mommy.” It’s been amazing and back-breaking at the same time–like the saying about parenthood, “The hardest job you’ll ever love.”

My husband asked if I wanted a party to celebrate my birthday and my response was “Heck, … Read More

Suspenders and mid-belly maternity pants: a perfect pairing

Can we take a minute to talk about maternity clothes? I’ve got a beef with the brilliant person who designed mid-belly maternity pants. I mean, who, in their right mind, would decide to create maternity pants that have a tiny (in comparison to my growing maternal belly) elastic band, cover it in fabric and have it rest mid-belly on a pregnant woman? In theory it may seem like a great idea; you have this stretchy fabric that will allow the pregnant woman to wear the same pants through her pregnancy. Notice I said, “in theory?”

I don’t know; maybe some of you reading this will write back and say, “Bert! You crazy, hormonal woman! These are the greatest designed pants for maternity wear to come on the scene!” And you may be correct. One thing is certain, I am hormonal which tends to lead to some crazy thinking. Allow me … Read More

How to be the BEST Mom…without losing yourself

HowToMom.thirstiesThe minute I became a mother something inside of me changed. I went from being a 26 year old woman focused primarily on myself to caring deeply for this little human being. I became selfless overnight. I no longer cared about what I ate (other than staying away from certain foods to prevent any tummy issues for my newborn breastfeeding son), what I wore, whether or not I really slept or if I left the house or not. As you can imagine this kind of self sacrifice probably wasn’t in anyone’s best interest, despite my thinking that I was the ultimate mother to my son. It was easy to isolate myself from others and spend hours sitting on the couch nursing my baby and watching reruns of the CBS show CSI. My son was born during the Minnesota winter and we didn’t see the bare ground until early April … Read More