PregnancySeptember 21, 2009
Discharged
If you look to the right of this column, at the sidebar where my links are housed, you'll see one there for CAPPS, an extensive and valuable resource for anyone dealing with craniosynostosis and also plagiocephaly. Ironically, I didn't use the resource much until after my own daughter had undergone surgery to correct her metopic craniosynostosis.
August 17, 2009
Big
Do you remember wanting desperately to be older? I remember, clearly. I remember being a teenager and just wishing for that next year. When I was really young I seriously believed I would grow the night before my birthday, and wake up looking different--older, taller, stronger. I had some feeling that if I could only turn 14, or 15, or 19, then that would be it, the year Great Things Would Happen.
July 23, 2009
Sea change
My little girl has grown up a lot this summer. She hasn't so much grown bigger, as she's grown older, more like an elementary school child, and not the preschooler she used to be. When I catch sight of her out of the corner of my eye these days she seems longer-legged, more solid, her face is older, somehow--I can't quite explain it.
May 13, 2009
Afternoon Delight
I've been really scrambling to achieve some sort of balance this week--project A shuffled to one side while project B gets tackled, then project C is there, in the wings, breathing down on me like some fire-nosed dragon. And project D? I really, really, want to tackle it but I've elbowed it aside--for now, at least. The great, life-saving thing about work-related projects is that they're just that: work-related projects. No one's feelings get hurt if you slam the laptop shut, or accidentally-on-purpose leave your papers at work instead of bringing them home.
May 4, 2009
Derby Day (disasters and delights)
Lately when something doesn't go right at school with T.'s friends, or when her feelings have been hurt by her brother, she'll disappear into a room and play with her "imaginary friends." Sometimes she does this even when things just haven't gone her way, and then I'll feel badly--like she needs to turn to these perfect friends, the ones who don't let her down, because she feels unliked.
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April 22, 2009
The long walk
When L. was in his last year of preschool a mom I kind-of sort-of knew through another mom of a child in the class (are you following this?) spent weeks being stressed out because her daughter was going to be sedated to have some extensive dental work done. I remember thinking, dental work? At four? And I also remember thinking--and I'm a little ashamed of this--that the mother was making an awful big deal out of some dental work. After all, only months before I had shuffled down a long, lonely hallway, wearing cloth booties over my sandals, and a mask and gown, holding baby T.
January 15, 2009
Birthday madness
I'm not a night-worrier by nature; I'm more of a late-day, early evening, the-kids-are-in-bed worrier. At bedtime I'm frankly way too exhausted to think much about anything. I tend to get wound up with worries at about 9:00 p.m., and then those worries that have been festering all day explode to the surface, often during commercial breaks between favorite television shows. Scott, however, is a nighttime worrier. This morning he told me he was awake from 5:00-6:00 a.m. worrying about, of all things, T.'s birthday party on Saturday.
January 13, 2009
Five
My T. turns five today. Five is big, I think; after all, it's half a decade, as L. pointed out last night, and half a decade IS big (um, not quite as big as being around for nearly four decades). We're having a big party for T. on Saturday, and today, her actual birthday, we're taking her here, and then out for pizza. I even set my alarm extra early this morning, and made her a chocolate chip waffle face:
December 30, 2008
Tea with T.
I had really grand intentions of making a potato pizza yesterday. I never in a million years would have thought about the words potato and pizza in the same sentence, let alone recipe, but apparently I have been missing out on a true gastronomic pleasure.
November 25, 2008
Sleeping big
I haven't written anything about this, for fear of jinxing things, but for weeks now T. has been going to sleep by herself in her bed! She is still waking up every few nights to come running into bed with us, but I am no longer lying down with her until she sleeps, disengaging myself from the choke hold she has on my neck--even in sleep--and tiptoeing out of her room. I have those mixed feelings about this, although I thought I would feel more teary and nostalgic about this new milestone.
