A thought occurred to me today: I have moved 13 times in 13 years. And then another: What the f*ck is wrong with me? In a brilliant attempt to make my life easier, my husband and I finally decided to relocate to Nashville. Whether it’s for a year or five, we don’t know, but since … Continue reading
“I’m having a nervous breakdown.” I clinch the phone against my chin while bouncing Sophie on my hip. Despite being 10 months old, she still cannot grasp how to squeeze her legs around my hip; instead, she dangles like a broken rag doll and I am always in the process of hoisting or almost dropping … Continue reading
The baby is sleeping. After hours of playing, distracting, attempting to feed, lie with, rock (all to be met with a stiff back and screeching), Sophie is finally passed out in her bed. After the horrendous tragedy that befell us two nights ago – which involved Alex and I in the kitchen and Sophie disappearing … Continue reading
I recently saw one of my best single girlfriends (shocker!) and of course, Sophie was in tow. Magically, she sat quietly and played with her toys while I lived vicariously through my friend’s exciting, unpredictable life. (She goes on vacation! She goes to restaurants! She gets dressed and leaves her apartment with nothing but a … Continue reading
Dear Sophie, Today, you are nine months old. Today, you sit, playing independently with your toys, screaming “Mama” anytime anyone comes within two feet of you. You have eight teeth, blondish hair, gray eyes and a world of personality. You can sit, stand, crawl and take sideways steps holding onto various pieces of furniture. You’ve … Continue reading
I don’t like to admit when I’m wrong. Before I entered the baby sphere, people told me all sorts of things. I took their words of “wisdom” with a grain of salt, as I do with most advice, instead knowing that our baby would be different. Our baby would sleep by herself through the night from birth. Our baby would never … Continue reading
I am bored. How can I say that when I am chasing around an eight-month old constantly? Redirecting her attention from the fireplace to her talking computer; from the gnarled tangle of wires to a wooden block. How can I be bored, when my imagination runs wild; when I am constantly picking up, paying bills, … Continue reading
There’s nothing better in the world than having a weekend with a baby (if sarcasm could drip, it would be pouring). For those moms who can cart their little ones off to their parents’ house (or have a sitter come to you), I am envious, and I salute you. For the rest of us who … Continue reading
“I have a daughter. Her name is Sophie.” Somehow, this never quite rings true. It’s not like saying, “I have a belly button,” or “I’m left-handed.” Instead it feels foreign to me. When I discuss her in public, I find myself saying idiotic, cliched things, such as: “Oh it’s such a trip!” (Trip? What trip?? … Continue reading
Right now, Sophie is sleeping. She has been sleeping soundly for almost three hours – a rarity these days. As I obsessively peek in on her, watching the swift rise and fall of her chest, I contemplate lying with her. They always say you should nap when your baby naps, and yet, the cruel irony … Continue reading
