This one? I don’t know where she learned this. But OH boy is she something else.
I’m not even kidding, you guys. She has this all measured out, perfected.
It’s time to go to bed. She knows it, but I have yet to say a word. Suddenly, she comes over and reads a book to me, giggling sweetly at all the right places. She pets my arm and sweetly kisses it and says, “Mommy, you are the BEST!”
Really? Because you hated me 20 minutes ago when I put
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To all the moms out there,
whether your babies are 2 weeks old, or 50 years old…
whether you can hold them in your arms, call them on the phone, or remember them as they’ve gone before you to be with the Lord…
whether they’re growing miraculously inside your body, or are a dream of hope and expectation for the future inside your heart…
and for those whose moms are no longer here to bless with flowers and cards and wishes of love…
May you all have a beautiful day.
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I’ve been a mom for almost three years now and I feel like this morning, it all finally clicked for me.
When I was pregnant with the iToddler, I was full of ideals. My pregnancy was obnoxiously perfect. Perfect weight gain, perfect diet, perfect activity level. Perfect glow on my perfect skin from under my perfect, shiny hair.
I had perfect ideas ::
I would have a natural birth. With midwives. In a birth center. I would wear her. And co-sleep with her. And breastfeed. And use cloth diapers. And
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Can we talk for a minute about this kid?
Don’t stare directly into his eyes. Don’t be deceived over by his charming, adorable glow and flirty smile. Don’t think for a minute that this kid cares about your rest.
He careth not.
He’s a fan of wakefulness. An overachiever. A genius at not sleeping.
We’re working on getting him into some kind — any kind — of a regular system, but in the meantime
my God, am I tired.
Like everything in my gut is all
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Behold, the power (and humor) of community:
We’ve had a rough week. Can’t really sugar-coat that for you. It’s just been downright rotten. My dad went into the hospital with pneumonia, my son (in typical BAM fashion) spent most of the wee hours of the night cooing instead of snoozing, and our pediatrician told us that our girl was struggling with seasonal allergies and prescribed her Claritin to take every single day.
But another, more concerning thing happened. Our girl went crazy.
Starting on Tuesday, we
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Hey, here’s a quickie! Are you on Instagram and Pinterest? If so, look me up and give me a follow. I’m imanimama pretty much everywhere.
When my girl’s personality started really coming out, it became clear pretty quickly that we were in for quite a ride. Every glint of orneriness in her eyes is so familiar to me.
Just like looking in a mirror.
So it should come as no surprise when she pulls little pranks or stunts that make it clear that she’s already mastered the fine art of, um,
I wish it wasn’t true. I wish the only thing she ever learned from me
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My girl goes to something called Kids Clubs at a local church every Tuesday night. It’s sort of like scouting, only faith-based…specifically, Christian. You know, because we’re friends with Jesus, n’at. The two year-olds are all in a class together (God BLESS those teachers!), and they all wear purple shirts.
So of course she calls it “Purple Shirt Night”.
Today on the way home, we had this conversation:
I: Mommy, I worshipped with my Purple Shirt Night friends tonight!
Me: You worshipped?
I: Yes! I did!
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I’m not asking that the world bow down to moms, or that we should get everything we want. I’m not trying to come across as self-entitled or anything else.
But really, when you see a mom struggling in public, is it too hard to offer her a hand, or even just an encouraging word?
Is it too hard to NOT park in the “new moms” parking spots?
Does it profit anyone anything at all to declare your own annoyance when
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