Category: Mommy confession
Meet my son … he’s one!
Our son, D, is 23 months old. Actually, he’s one year, 11 months, three weeks, and one day old. But he’s still ONE. I get laughed at a lot lately, when I say things like, “But he’s only ONE!” or “My one-year-old …” People give… Continue Reading “Meet my son … he’s one!”
One is the loneliest most rare number
Since having our second baby, I have realized my (already very limited) alone time is now practically non-existent. Therefore, I present to you a list of my current favourite places to be: Showering. Sure, the baby is usually in her carseat right there, on… Continue Reading “One is the loneliest most rare number”
When you’re pregnant AND you have a one-year-old …
When you’re pregnant AND you have a one-year-old, you sometimes (often) feel guilty. You are physically uncomfortable, with a sore back, and you get short of breath too easily. But you don’t want your toddler to suffer because of those. So you persevere. You… Continue Reading “When you’re pregnant AND you have a one-year-old …”
When there are no words …
I posted back in December about the toddler’s speech — or, ah, lack thereof — and then kind of never mentioned it again. In the blog world, it got lost in the shuffle of posts about having a little girl, and ruffles and heartburn… Continue Reading “When there are no words …”
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