Today’s menu: Waffling

Am I the only mom who waffles more than IHOP? I have a feeling the answer is no, but I had to ask.
Because there are days when Stella and I are in a groove, the house is cluttered but not too messy, we have an deeeeelightful outing to Gymboree or the library, Stella sets a [...]

Tree’s up!

 
 
And we only broke one ornament so far. Stella tried to put ornaments on the tree, even getting the right grip on the hook, but then would just turn and hand the ornament to me, as if to say, “Oh you know what you’re doing, why don’t you take care of this for me?”
So, as [...]

OPRAH!

I love Oprah Winfrey. I really, really do. But for as long as I’ve known him, because he is apparently not interested in living his best life, Cody has refused to watch more than 5 seconds of  her show. Even when Chris Rock is on. CHRIS ROCK! Okay, maybe he watched 30 seconds of that [...]

Stella hits the gym

Stella enjoyed her first Gymboree class ever today. By letting her go until 15 months without being enrolled in a “structured program”, I let her become a delinquent, apparently. Well I’m making amends! Not really. Stella’s just incredibly active and we were getting bored. I thought it would be perfect for her.
She just turned 15 [...]

Boots for standing up in

Babies and toddlers are social magnets. Compliments zing through the air to make their way to you. Strangers swoon in your direction. Silly commentary slides along the sidewalk and lands at your feet. It warms my heart to see people react in an open and friendly way to Stella and all children for that matter.  [...]

Look what Stella can do!

Stella says “Thank you.”
Originally uploaded by codatious1

I wanted to share a few of Stella’s latest tricks…
She not only uses the more sign (that’s old hat) but she says “more”, with the inflection of a question, while she does it.
She’s starting to string words together. Stella says, “Thank you!” a lot. We were at the park [...]

Goodbye, breastfeeding guilt.

I destroyed the structural integrity of my boobs–what little there was–with an expensive, rented hospital grade breast pump in order to collect 500 ounces of milk that Stella would never drink. It sucked in every way.
Worse was the guilt and anxiety. None of it made any sense, but thankfully, it’s over. I was not able [...]