My firstborn son Henry, now 3, was breech, and born via scheduled C-section. I was devastated. I had been practicing HypnoBirthing for months, listening to birth affirmations like “I turn my birthing over to my baby and my body. My body knows exactly what to...
“There, there,” my three-year-old son Henry said, patting my hair. I was crying all over his cheek. He'd just suggested that I throw the pillow out of the bed and use him as a pillow instead, and so I was tucked up under one of...
Henry loves his daycare, but lately we've struggled with getting him there in the morning because he wants to stay home with us instead. This morning I called his bluff and said fine, he didn't have to go, but we had to get to work. For...
Today was Henry's first day with a new teacher in charge of his classroom. His former teacher Marissa moved to California. He knew his new teacher very well, but it was still a change. I don't know if that affected him at all or if...
Though it's still too early to tell for absolute certain, during a recent ultrasound at St. Peter's, the doctor guessed that my second child would also be a son. His guess three years ago about my firstborn son Henry was spot on. First, I felt relieved that the baby was...
I had some feedback on my superwoman post that hinted about Henry's days being too much for a two-year-old. So today, a "Mommy-Henry" Sunday (Cory's working 12-hour day shifts this weekend), we just stayed in and hung out. It reminded me of why I like to...
So there are definitely days where I feel like I'm failing at everything because I'm trying to do too much. But there are other days where I'm all "I got this" and while it's far from easy, I'm really freaking proud of all that I'm...