Sam has some anxiety issues.  And he’s really stubborn too, so when he starts to get really anxious and panicked about something, he kind of sinks into it, and it’s wicked hard to pull him out.  And apparently, I’m kind of a trigger for explosive tears.  He can hold it in and appear to be …

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(Disclaimer – given my basic personality and overwhelming need to analyze, debate and ponder everything, you should probably expect a post on whether or not we’re having more kids every three or four months.  And probably, they’ll go back and forth, for and against, usually in the same post) So, I’ve been reading a lot …

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I set Julianna up with her favorite lunch, pita and hummus, and was bopping around the house, doing whatever it is that I do all day.  Suddenly, she starts hollering in from the living room… “MAMA – I dot hummus on my toes!”  As I’m wiping hummus off her grubby little feet, I ask, not …

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It’s a topic that I’m kind of an expert on.  I was raised by a mother with four of them, and I’ve got one of my own, in addition to two stepsisters.  My cousin and best friend is truly an older sister to me – we’ve grown up together and I always count her as …

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(Here’s a post from May, 2008.  Reading it made me smile, remembering my two year old Samilicious Boy.  He’s grown up a lot in the past five years, but his personality is still the same.) Sam tried to bake his ducks Being the good mom, thought I’d whip up some cookies for my children. My …

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Julianna is weaning.  Slowly, slowly, but I’m starting to see real progress towards her not nursing at all anymore.  I initiated the process, but really wanted it to be as easy and non-traumatic as possible.  I have miserable memories of weaning Sam.  Part of it was that he was older than Julie, he was closer …

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I’m thinking today about five people. My mother – she had turned twenty two the day before I was born.  That boggles my mind now, because I had just turned twenty nine when I had Jessica.  By the time she turned twenty nine, she was newly divorced, with four little kids, starting on a journey …

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I’m consistently surprised by my youngest daughter.  On a spectrum, she’s far and away better at separating from me.  And that always catches me off guard.  It’s so EASY to drop her off.  She kisses me goodbye and its FINE. Jessie would be a bit weepy at her age.  She’d be okay, she always settled …

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I had a hard day yesterday.  Not cripplingly hard, but just harried and rushed.  I’m not used to being on the go all the time, I’m usually at home during the day.  And while it shouldn’t make a huge difference, the fact that I was out and about all day, running errands and going to …

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This is not my first time around the merry go round.   Today was my third third birthday party.  And poor Julie – I promise that I don’t constantly compare you to your siblings, although it seems as though I do in this blog.  But it’s more that here is where I come to be …

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