Monthly Archives: March 2009


The older Declan gets, the more fun I’m having. Seriously, the baby phase? LAME. This phase, on the other hand, this beginning of toddlerhood and boyhood, it rocks. Everything about it is great. Declan is walking, screaming (mostly out of joy), babbling, feeding himself, understanding more, becoming more independent, and, of course, sleeping. It’s great to see him discover a new trick, like clapping, and see his pride. I love playing with him now, and am already looking forward to the next few years, when we can color, draw, play ball and read together.

I was such a huge reader when I was little. It’s all I did. I have such vivid memories of my time spent in my room alone with a good book, even as early as 6 or 7. Luckily, my mom had the wherewithal to save a big chunk of my childhood books, and I get to hand them down to Declan. It amazes me, now that I’ve gone through them all recently, how many of them I remember. And I’m talking old stuff. Like the Complete Sesame Street Library, published in 1980. It has characters never to be seen again. Anyone recall The Amazing Mumford? Or Herry Monster? Or Sherlock Hemlock? There was no Elmo, no Abby Cadabby. Big Bird was more of the star than any of them, although Bert and Ernie were pretty major players. And Prairie Dawn. PD gets the shaft nowadays. She rocked the 80s, though.

I also have this great Christmas book that features the smells of Christmas. It’s Scratch-and-Sniff, which is so fabulous, and after all these years, the Gingerbread Man still smells like Gingerbread. The orange still smells like orange, and the candy cane is still all pepperminty. More importantly, it still smells the way it did when I was 7. The scents are far from accurate, it’s a scratch-and-sniff book, for pete’s sake. But the scents are so real in my mind, that just opening the book again whipped my brain back over 20 years in a split second. It was a sad and wonderful feeling.

I think one of the most unexpected joys of becoming a parent is getting to live as a child again. Having a child gives me the right to roll around in the grass and color and read books with more pictures than words. A year ago, I would never have looked forward to a new box of Crayolas. Now, I can’t wait.



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A new blog, again.

OK, so my decision to become a blogging mom hasn’t been very successful. In my defense, I did write a pretty good update the other night, only to have WordPress eat it. Grr. So here I am again, trying to get into the swing of writing about my life, and as usual, I’m already making up for lost time. Story of my life.

Also in my defense, the past couple of months have been NUTS. Totally Macadamia.

In a nutshell (I’m now done with this line of jokes):

  • Declan had a HUGE sleep regression after getting sick a couple months ago, which meant I had a huge sleep recession. This went on for approximately 2 months. I was in a fog, physically and mentally. It was really bad. But luckily,
  • Declan is now sleeping through the night! Yay! We read approximately 500 sleep books, web sites, etc., and decided that now that his reflux is gone, there’s no reason why he couldn’t cry it out (CIO). So we did it, and after a long week, we turned up the heat and stopped going in and checking on him. JACKPOT. I guess what the experts say is true: if you don’t give a baby a reason to think crying will work, they’ll stop crying! So now all the people that said we were just spoiling him can shut the *&^% up! Thanks!
  • We moved, finally. We got a great little bungalow that’s old and charming. We love it.

I’ve made some real progress in my Domestic Goddess status, in my opinion. Actually, to the point where I am starting to not recognize myself. Like, I vacuum constantly. Several times a day. Every day. I mop 2-4 times a week. My biggest Target splurge lately was mainly on cleaning supplies. And I was thrilled to get all my Swiffers and sponges and bleach wipes home and put them in their place. This is about as much unlike me as humanly possible. I’ve NEVER been a neat freak. I wouldn’t call myself a reformed slob, but as long as food was put away and no visible stains or wet spots were seen, cleaning could wait. And wait. Or I get somebody else to do it. I rebudgeted all of our bills a few years ago just to afford someone to come clean twice a month. It was the best money I ever spent.

But now it’s up to me, and I’m taking on the challenge. It’s not all obsession-based. I doubt there’s a mom of a crawling baby out there that doesn’t envision all the nasty things that live in the corners of the kitchen floor or under the toilet that their precious little snowflake could get their grubby little hands on. Also, living in a house with no carpet makes it kinda obvious when there is crap everywhere. Especially with a shedding white cat in the house that seems to molt 2-3 times a day. But still, vacuuming MULTIPLE times a day?

There are still remnants of the old me around. It takes an act of Congress to get me to put my clothes away. I hate doing that. And my car is still a pig sty, always will be. It’s a teenage rebellion thing that’s carried over a decade or so.  I still don’t iron, and don’t plan on it ever, even though our house has a nifty old built-in ironing board in the kitchen. I plan to use it as a buffet table during a party.

I’m also a cooking fool, and really love it. I’m cooking all kinds of neat things for Declan and may try to become a personal baby chef (personal chef for babies? not personal chef of babies) for friends or others interested! I know I can save people tons of money and homemade baby food tastes sooooo much better than jarred, so hopefully I can help some people out and make some money!

I’d like to start gardening (no clue how to do that) and have even considered learning to sew curtains, despite my high school Home Ec teacher telling me she pitied my future husband after she saw my attempt at making boxer shorts. I told her I pitied him to if he depended on me to make his underwear. She didn’t appreciate the humor.

So while I’m not picking up a needle and thread just yet, I wouldn’t put it past me. I wouldn’t put drinking heavily and passing out on a pin cushion past me either, and that sounds a bit more likely at this point.


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