My baby has started chewing on everything. Everything! Sometimes I find myself fishing gravel out of his mouth. He’s getting 4 teeth at once, I think.
Orange chew beads and bangles–pretty and sassy!
Lately, he’s been popping off the breast during feedings to gnaw on his nursing necklace. I’ve decided it’s time to . . . → Read More: Considering Teething Necklaces
My son is 7 years old. I stopped pumping when he was 15 months old, and yet, I still have a freezer full of breastmilk. When he was one, I tried donating it to a milk bank. The first milk bank that I called wouldn’t take it because I pumped it when he was . . . → Read More: A Gift Of Love – Breastmilk Soap
What are the best gifts for a breastfeeding mother?
I thought a lot about this question as I prepared for the arrival of my second child and people asked me what we needed. We needed nothing at all for him! But what would I have if I could receive any gift? What would be . . . → Read More: Breastfeeding Blog Hop: Gifts for the Breastfeeding Mother
We read a lot of books these days, snuggled in the corner of the couch under blankets while I nurse my five-month-old and my three-year-old carves out some lap space.
I never give up hope that my older son will actually nap in the afternoon, so I try to find books that are calm . . . → Read More: Fletcher and the Falling Leaves
As many of you know, I nursed my son for a very long time. We kind of just followed his cues – with a little nudging along the way. Some of my favorite nursing moments are of when he was a toddler. I was browsing the web this morning and came across this diagram . . . → Read More: The Breastfed Toddler
I was inspired by a snow lady that I saw on facebook to make a snow mommy. I am not, however, very artfully-inclined – so I did the best I could. What kind of snow-mommies have you built with your babes?
Photo Credit: Robin DeNoma Photography www.robindenoma.com
Sometimes it is the littlest things that can really make your day. This morning, I got up early because I couldn’t sleep. I went downstairs to check my email and when I came back up, I found my son, in my bed, snuggled up with my husband. They . . . → Read More: The Littlest Things