The wonder of the last baby
I hold my breath, waiting for another cry to pierce the midnight air. Ten, twenty seconds pass. Maybe I imagined it. Then a wail goes up like a fire engine and I push myself up and swing…
Some thoughts on body image during pregnancy and postpartum, and the ego-shattering expense of motherhood
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times… Seriously, though, it was the worst of times for about the last 3 weeks of Benedict’s pregnancy, which seemed to stretch interminably out over major…
Kids at school, kids at home
I have had the distinct pleasure – spoken without too much irony – of having my big kids home for spring break this week. When I glanced at the school calendar late last week and realized that…
The space between
Lately I’ve been making use of a previously overlooked and formerly unavailable slot of time in my life: the very early morning. I was lamenting to my best friend at the beginning of January my very slow…
The life changing magic of bagging it up (even if it was a gift)
I’m going to hone straight in on sentimental objects in this next installment on minimalism and decluttering, because without a doubt it is the area that trips more people up than perhaps all other categories combined, and…
What my 5 kids taught me in 2018 {part 2}
Continued from yesterday. Read part 1 here. 3. Accept people for who they actually are One of our kids has struggled heroically this year with emotional regulation. I can say heroic now because I recognize the delicate…
What my 5 kids taught me in 2018 (I should have taken better notes)
Another retrospective New Year’s post, just what the internet needs! For your enjoyment I think I’ll break it into two installments since said internet has destroyed our collective attention span. You’re welcome. I sighed this morning, as…
Consolations and Desolations of 2018
The other night we did something pretty remarkable with a group of friends at a Christmas party. Wedged in right between the overconsumption of some terrible red wine and a white elephant gift exchange, one of the…
Motherhood + Holiday Magic
I love this time of year more than any other. I look forward to this particular stretch for months, such that when it does finally arrive most years, I’ve perhaps overplayed my enthusiastic hand just a tad.…
Postpartum recovery: PT, hormones and keto
“9 months on, 9 months off” they say. Well, some of them say, anyway. I’ve found with each subsequent bebe those goalposts creep back a month or two, so let’s just say as Zelie rounds the bases…