Today our nanny was “late.” She was at our house about ten minutes later than normal, which still left me with plenty of time to get to work. You know what I did in those extra minutes? I held my daughter and read my son a book. Then my son read the book to me. ItContinue reading “Today”
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Here’s a bit of honesty for you: I don’t like being pregnant. There’s this weird pressure to be in good spirits (which is impossible to be at all times no matter the state of your uterus), deny the anxiety of impending childbirth (which really hurts) and be ok with people who are not medical professionalsContinue reading “37”
A year’s worth of books
By my rough count, I’ve read 63 books this year, not including the countless number of kids books I read aloud. It’s a respectable number–nowhere near my peak, but not too shabby when I take into account everything else that happened in 2015, which notably includes raising a toddler and growing a baby. Part of theContinue reading “A year’s worth of books”
Gender revealed
When people find out I’m pregnant, the first thing they ask is if I know if I am having a boy or a girl. And if I want to know. And if I have a preference. And if. And if. The answer is that we found out today because life and pregnancy are full ofContinue reading “Gender revealed”
Why my kid isn’t in the cry room
We’re a Catholic family, and we go to mass on Sundays. I love our church. It’s a good size, focused on social justice, has friendly people and loving priests, and good music. It also doesn’t really have a cry room. That’s right. I go to mass with a toddler in a church without a glassContinue reading “Why my kid isn’t in the cry room”
That time I made finger paint…
My kid loves to play with his food. Spaghetti, oatmeal, partially mashed peas–if he can smush it on his tray, he’s happy. I was home with him yesterday and decided that maybe it was time for him to try out his smearing skills with some paint. A very quick internet search led me to manyContinue reading “That time I made finger paint…”
Letting him eat dirt
Spotless. Pristine. Bored. These are not words I use to describe my son. Messy. Dirty. Inquisitive. These are the ones I am more apt to employ. Never have they been more justified then yesterday. We moved azaleas from my grandmother’s house to our front yard. They will get the sun they need, and the front of our houseContinue reading “Letting him eat dirt”
Being brave
My little boy is learning how to be brave. He wants to let go and take steps away from what is safe, but he gets scared. He wants to venture off and play next to the slightly bigger kids, but he gets timid. He watches and learns and waits until he’s figured out the outcomes. And then,Continue reading “Being brave”
Hard work
Every morning, I watch my almost toddling toddler begin his hard labor. This work will be constant throughout the day, but he starts every morning in a frenzy to make up for the hours spent on his stomach sleeping. First is reasserting his friendship with his seventy pound mutt. After a lot of mutual kisses and pats,Continue reading “Hard work”
Down and up again
To set the scene: there is peace in the kingdom. The dog is upstairs; the kid is playing with a toy. I’m sitting in a chair alternately reading and having a conversation in repeated monosyllables while exercising my peripheral vision. Then it gets too quiet for a moment and the crying starts. Baby down. AfterContinue reading “Down and up again”
Caroline Mitchell Carrico 