I always feel like December slaps me in the face with a bag of rocks. There’s so much going on! Sometimes I wonder why we can’t spread out the awesome stuff year-round instead of cramming it all into one month, but then there’s something very magical about winter time.
It’s a bit contradictory, isn’t . . . → Read More: Low-Key December: Is it Possible?
We arrived home last night after bedtime. We were pretty much on the road the entire day, leaving the Philly suburbs at 10 in the morning, driving straight to visit my grandmother at the nursing home 90-minutes away, and then spending the rest of the day and into the night staring at break lights on the . . . → Read More: Oh, the Humanity
How do you prefer to nurse your baby? What I mean is, are you an over-the-top nurser? Shirt up, bare midriff be damned? Lots of layers?
For my first son, I was an over-the-top nurser. I bought a bunch of v-neck shirts or wrap-style nursing shirts and just hefted my ample bosom over the . . . → Read More: What’s Your Nursing Style?
A friend was lamenting some of her logistical struggles with bedsharing*, and it got me thinking about my own troubles, particularly in winter. (I know, I said I was going to work toward nightweaning…I haven’t gone much past reading the Nursies book to my son)
We don’t even bedshare full time right now, but . . . → Read More: Bedsharing Woes
It snowed last night here in Pittsburgh. I wasn’t expecting an early November snowfall–I haven’t even gotten around to buying snow boots and snow pants for my 4 year old. More important, I wasn’t quite prepared for it to get so cold so quickly.
It’s important to me to be outdoors every day, unless . . . → Read More: Nursing in the Cold
I mentioned last week that my grandmothers are ill. As we tend to do when we gather together, my family has been sharing stories about my grandmothers. I learned just last week that my Gommy had nursed her five children. This surprised me, because I thought I had remembered her being surprised at my . . . → Read More: My Family Nursing History
My family just took a trip to Arizona to celebrate my sister’s 40th birthday. We decided not to purchase a ticket for my 18-month old and I had him on my lap for the flight. Safety considerations aside, I see now why people purchase seats for their toddlers. What a mess!
A terrible . . . → Read More: Flying with a Toddler On My Lap