Before I even thought of getting pregnant, I had many fears associated with becoming a mother. I was afraid of what becoming a mother would do to me. I was afraid of what it would do to my marriage. I was, in general, very uncertain before starting such a quest. So I then thought through *all* scenarios and...
Readers, this guest post comes from Laura Barr, a dear friend and someone I find completely inspiring. She is the kind of mother (of four!!) who empowers and encourages, and I find myself feeling refreshed and inspired after each chat. Laura is an educational consultant with e.Merging here in Denver and has an M.A. in early childhood and ...
I received the most heart-breaking email from a reader on Monday. Katie wrote to us on behalf of her friend Camara. Camara is the mother of 18 month old Anaya who is terminally ill with Krabbe Leukodystrophy. Krabbe Leukodystrophy is a rare disease that, due to a lack of a specific enzyme, causes demyelination in the brain. In...
I had one of those days recently. Raines was on an all-morning whining spree ("But where's my blue car??? My bluuuuuueee car??? Bluuuuueeeee car! NO! NO! OTHER BLUE CAR!! NOT THAT BLUE CAR!! NEVER EVER THAT BLUUUUUUUEEEEEE CAAAAAARRRRRR") and Pax was inexplicably crying and I was tired and my legs and butt hurt.
They hurt. Not from working out,...
Picture deets: Me. My dogs. My baby. Working in a workout. Not stylish (points for a colorful scarf maybe?) but we were working it!
Remember when I was so excited to start working out again and shared my ideas for a play list? Sounds good, doesn't it? And S wrote about ways to squeeze a workout in during naptime (should...
I was home from the hospital after my second c-section (Hello, Pax!) for roughly...two days? Three?...before coming down with a case of mastitis. It turns out that "engorgement" is a real thing that can happen, uh, immediately.
Before we were discharged, I remember the hospital's lactation consultant reaching over, squeezing my boobs and saying, "Honk, honk! Congratulations! Your milk...
I don’t need to tell you that there are countless books on babies, parenting and motherhood lining the bookshelves of your local Barnes and Noble. You could read non-stop until your child graduates from college and still you would have barely scratched the surface of all the reading material there is on the topic.
If you’re like me, a...
At 7 weeks post-partum, it's time to face facts. Even though I follow ANMJ's tips for camouflaging my post-baby pooch as much as I can, the truth of the matter is that I'm going to have to integrate some exercise into the daily blur of living with a newborn if I want to banish the bulge for good.
Now that I have my doctor's blessing, I'm slowly beginning to reacquaint myself with the gym. Motivation is often hard to find between breastfeeding, diaper changing, napping, eating and pretending to keep my house clean, so I've been working on a play list to get the proper juices flowing when I'm on the treadmill.
My only chance of accomplishing my half-hearted "think about maybe getting in shape" resolution lies in a workout that I can do at home. And it must fit into either the small slice of time between R going down for his short little nap and P waking up to nurse...or the 30 minutes immediately after my husband gets home from work (any later and I'm too tired).
Being a huge New Year's geek (seriously - it's my very favorite holiday), I always like to take some time at the start of a new year to reflect. Now that I'm a parent, it's both harder to find that time, but more important that I do. Ironic, no? My single biggest goal for 2011 is to be a more mindful parent. To be present, in the moment. To not be distracted by worry, or all the stuff that creeps into our lives. I can't believe how fast these three years have flown past...and already I can see the little boy my baby is becoming. I want to enjoy every moment I can, with both of my boys.