The Teething Table

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This table has been well loved….and well chewed on, by many babies. It is the perfect height. Little fingers can easily reach the edge and pull up to standing position. And the excitement that each baby experiences! With every baby that comes into our home, you live vicariously through them as they reach this developmental milestone. And now it’s our baby’s turn. Oh! And what a fun game it is…we pull up…we sit down…we pull up…we inch along the table….and then we chew. Ahh, teething.

I love my son dearly.

However, teething continues to be my nemesis. The poor little guy cannot seem to catch a break. It seems since he was about four months old, it has been one tooth after another….or working on getting the tooth to come down. He is still only rocking four teeth and the hillbilly smile that I talked about last week. But that other front tooth is just on the cusp of breaking through. I will be relieved when it happens…but only for about 30 seconds because I know it will not be long before we start on the next tooth. Continue reading “The Teething Table”

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My body is conspiring against me.

As I mentioned in an earlier post about the boob juice, breastfeeding certainly has not been the easiest thing for me. But, I’ve been bound and determined to make it work. Yes, it’s the best thing for your little one, but it is also the economical choice.

When I was pregnant with little man, I had my mind made up. My goal was to make it to a year. And with each passing month day, it has been a struggle. For those of you who have breastfed, or are the partner of someone who has, or been a supporter, you probably have witnessed just how difficult it is. Continue reading “My body is conspiring against me.”

The thing that most working moms don’t admit to out loud…

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Who can resist that face?

I’m about to admit to something that us “sick and twisted” working moms will probably agree with.

Although I have not had a full-night’s sleep in 9-months, I actually like (dare I say love) getting up with Mr. Man in the night. Crazy, right?

Let me explain….

I work full-time; 8 – 4:30 every day. Monday through Friday. Day In. Day Out.

What this means for my wee one: he gets “mommy time” in the morning and before he goes to bed. During the day…as he’s growing and learning, someone else gets to experience that.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m very thankful and fortunate to have a job. But there is a part of me that feels guilty about working. I sometimes get jealous of SAHMs out there that get to be with their kiddos all day. I’m sure they sometimes feel the opposite of just wanting to get out of the house. Grass isn’t always greener, I get that.

And Mr. Man…he’s a momma’s boy. I love that he loves me so much and gets SO excited to see me…even if I have just left the room for a minute. Continue reading “The thing that most working moms don’t admit to out loud…”