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This is true. On the scale of terrible to awesome, they are a solid terrible.
Okay, before you go saying things like: “Newbie mom, YOU’RE the worst. Even sick babies are cute,” go spend a week with a sick baby. In fact, my sick baby is available. Anyone interested?
No? Didn’t think so.
It has been a couple weeks since baby MB discovered the joy of clapping and of all his new skills this one is my favourite. What is cuter than spontaneous baby applause? Not much.
What makes it even cuter is that while he has mastered the physical motion, he has not quite figured out the social context of clapping. So he claps when he is happy, when he is sad or when he is confused. The kid just loves to clap. I like to think he is just a tiny optimist – making the best of whatever comes his way.
Here is a short sampling of all the things baby MB has applauded this week: Continue reading
Yes, you read that correctly. My husband and I went out at night for the first time since Baby MB was born. It took us nearly 7 months and two tries (one was foiled by a suspected case of cousin pinkeye), but we did it.
And I didn’t feel guilty at all.
No, for real. I really didn’t. (And I don’t feel guilty for not feeling guilty either, so ha!)
The past month or so has seen me slowly reach my breaking point due to a never-ending sinus/ear infection, baby illness, my work not respecting my maternity leave, changes in sleep schedules and various other small things building up. I started becoming this angry, grumpy person that I couldn’t stand. I did not want this person to parent my son. Continue reading
Originally published at Mommy Connections East Toronto on March 11, 2016.
I have a theory about adult friendships. Unlike when you are a child, I think there are only certain windows of time when it is socially acceptable to actively look for new friends without appearing desperate. I’m going to call these “friendship windows”.
Some friendship windows include attending college or university, starting a new job, and of course having a baby.
Living in a larger city means it is socially unacceptable to strike up conversations with strangers pretty much anywhere, let alone ask them to hang out with you. As a well-adjusted adult, you are supposed to have your own friends, and therefore be too busy to need any new friends.
Even when you do. Continue reading
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If you are like me, you have run into many issues pushing your stroller through the streets of the city. Though strollers give the illusion of mobility, in they winter they are basically useless. It seems many fellow pedestrians are dicks need help in determining whether they should step aside for those of us with strollers, so I have created a chart to help them out: Continue reading
I’m a talker. Have I mentioned this? Probably. Anyway, I have always talked to myself out loud when I’m alone. Without the baby, this is a bit weird so I try to pretend I’m talking on some headset if I’m caught.
Now, since I don’t go anywhere without the baby, I can chat away to my heart’s content to my captive audience without looking weird(er than normal). I chat to him all the time! Not only is MB riveted with my fascinating anecdotes but I’m working on his language skills.
Here are just a few of the strange things I find myself talking to my son about:
The merits of Greek yoghurt vs. regular yoghurt. I have come around to the Greek camp here, because I like the thickness of it. Baby MB was fascinated by this, as no doubt are you, fine reader. Continue reading
I don’t understand birth plans.
I mean, I know what they are, but I don’t really understand why they exist.
I did not write a birth plan. I am someone who likes to plan. I plan for a living. My husband and I planned for a summer baby. (And luckily got one.) I love lists. But I did not write a birth plan.
If I had, I think it would look something like this:
Birth Plan
I talk a lot about poop these days. I mean a lot. Like way too much and to way too many people. To my husband, parents, friends and even strangers.
It wasn’t always like this. I used to have regular, non-poop conversations about all kinds of things.
Before my son was born I talked about poop a normal amount. Not being a plumber, medical professional or teenage boy, I didn’t really have much cause to talk about it. My poop conversations increased slightly after my husband and I got a dog, but this was nothing compared to what happened when we had our baby. Continue reading
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