End of a Season

My baby season is coming to an end. It’s bittersweet to be sure but there’s also the scent of looming freedom on the breeze. I wouldn’t describe it in the sense of shackles releasing but like a blanket of snow melting in the spring. There’s a weight to it. A warm quilt that envelopes your…

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Brass Tacks Milestones: Arm Control

PUSHING/ARM CONTROL Why is this a real milestone you may be asking? Do you even newborn bro, I may ask in return. Honestly though, if you are in the throes of dressing incredibly petite humans, you know very well by now that they are useless in this department. They do not help. It’s like trying…

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Brass Tacks: Dagger Nails

DAGGER NAILS The books will cover this to an extent. They let you know that mitts are good for newborns so that they don’t scratch up their tiny faces. They give you tips on when and how to trim the tiniest of nails. What they leave out is that no matter how hard you try…

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Brass Tacks: Headbutt Yo’ Teeth

Look, I read the books too. The What To Do’s, the What Not To Do’s, the User Manuals. They had a lot of great advice. They answered many important questions about building your babe, about labour and delivery. Some answered questions about what happens after, the feeding, the sleeping, the fevers, the teething. That’s pretty…

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7 Days Without Coffee

Day 1: My body didn’t kick the headaches, kids live here and I wasn’t caffeinated. Day 2: My body didn’t learn to feel energized off of good clean food, kids live here and I wasn’t caffeinated. Day 3: I almost drop-kicked everyone in this family at least twice. Kids live here and so does my…

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Mama, Me

My children are alive. I’m doing okay. Some days they even thrive. Hooray! Most days they laugh and smile. I’m succeeding in some way. They make me laugh too, every single day. Sometimes they fight, but I have some sway. Sometimes they hug, and I get my way. They’ll have rough days, that might lead them…

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Ox7

Seven. SEVEN? WHAAAAT? How? When? A minute ago he was turning one. Waddle walking around and climbing onto the couch. Now he’s seven. Running, jumping, parkouring off of my furniture seven! All of the science says that 6 is a big year. Their brains go through a huge change. Who they really are starts to…

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7 Days Without Coffee

Day 1: My body didn’t kick the headaches, kids live here and I wasn’t caffeinated. Day 2: My body didn’t learn to feel energized off of good clean food, kids live here and I wasn’t caffeinated. Day 3: I almost drop-kicked everyone in this family at least twice. Kids live here and so does my…

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Mama, Me

  My children are alive. I’m doing okay. Some days they even thrive. Hip hip hooray! Most days they laugh and smile. I’m succeeding in some way. They make me laugh too, every single day. Sometimes they fight, but I have some sway. Sometimes they hug, and I get my way. They’ll have rough days, that…

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O x 7

Seven. SEVEN? WHAAAAT? How? When? A minute ago he was turning one. Waddle walking around and climbing onto the couch. Now he’s seven. Running, jumping, parkouring off of my furniture seven! All of the science says that 6 is a big year. Their brains go through a huge change. Who they really are starts to…

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