Any parent knows nearly all days with a toddler are challenging, to say the least. Lately, we deal with a lot of tantrums. There are diaper change fights, nap fights, bedtime fights. There is also food refusal, lots of curiosity, an independent attitude, and the frequent testing of limits from Noah.
It's no secret that Christmas, like most other holidays, has become completely commercialized. The vast majority of us, myself included, get so caught up in gift giving, and receiving. We end up broke, frazzled, grumpy...and we miss out on all the wonder of Christmastime.
It's a new season. And no, I'm not just talking about Fall.
I can remember the days when bar pictures and party night shenanigans flooded my newsfeed every weekend. I can remember that hangover feeling myself - the sure sign that a fun time was had. At that time in our lives, that was really living!
Over the weekend I noticed things have changed. No longer does a hangover signify a fun weekend. Rather, a tuckered out, chubby-cheeked little fella, who experienced a candy bar (with hints of chocolate still in the corners of his mouth) and played in the leaves for the very first time = a full heart for this mama.
I can remember the days when bar pictures and party night shenanigans flooded my newsfeed every weekend. I can remember that hangover feeling myself - the sure sign that a fun time was had. At that time in our lives, that was really living!
Over the weekend I noticed things have changed. No longer does a hangover signify a fun weekend. Rather, a tuckered out, chubby-cheeked little fella, who experienced a candy bar (with hints of chocolate still in the corners of his mouth) and played in the leaves for the very first time = a full heart for this mama.
This is my story...
I tend to shy away from blogging or even discussing controversial topics in real life, but this is one I've become so passionate about. I'm going to be completely honest and transparent about my own thoughts and views, and how they've evolved over the years.
Once upon a time, before we even considered having children, my husband told me, "babies only cry when they are hungry, need a diaper change, or if they're sick".
Fellow parents, you can stop laughing now.
I actually believed him and I'm pretty sure he believed himself. So maybe it wasn't an intentional lie, but a lie for sure.
Yes, under normal circumstances newborns do only cry over a dirty diaper or because they're hungry. That's because they're still sleeping 20+ hours a day. But eventually that sleep time lessens and a lot of other elements come into play.
Hence, I've learned infants cry because...
Fellow parents, you can stop laughing now.
I actually believed him and I'm pretty sure he believed himself. So maybe it wasn't an intentional lie, but a lie for sure.
Yes, under normal circumstances newborns do only cry over a dirty diaper or because they're hungry. That's because they're still sleeping 20+ hours a day. But eventually that sleep time lessens and a lot of other elements come into play.
Hence, I've learned infants cry because...
My sweet Noah is 7 months old. 7 months!
I can't believe we have made it through over half a year. It's been a rough, but interesting road. As I think back over the past 7 months (and I feel like the new baby fog is finally lifting) I recall some of the advice I received and things I read that just weren't true, at least not in my world...
I can't believe we have made it through over half a year. It's been a rough, but interesting road. As I think back over the past 7 months (and I feel like the new baby fog is finally lifting) I recall some of the advice I received and things I read that just weren't true, at least not in my world...
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