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Happy Birthday, LadyBug
My LadyBug turns 1 today. She’s cuddly, sweet, mischievous, adorable, crafty and a bit of a handful. We love her!
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Love-Dovey
I was concerned about Bug’s (aka Little Guy) reaction to getting a new baby sister. He was used to being the center of the attention and all that, plus, he was pretty young when she was born (20 months). She’s 8 months old now and he has been the most loving older brother you could ask for. He talks to her and hugs her and brings her toys. That is, until about a week or two ago when he started a new “game.” LadyBug spends a lot of time sitting on a blanket on the playmats in our living room. She doesn’t roll over yet (sigh, just like Bug), but…
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Am I Crazy?
So, tomorrow I set off for Maine with my two kids and my 10-year-old niece. It’s just over 2 hours away and I’m a bit concerned that the car ride is going to be a nightmare. The doting grandparents will be on hand at the other end to help out, but I am a bit nervous about the whole thing. Will Little Guy sleep in his make-shift crib (a playyard around a crib mattress on the floor)? Will Little Lady sleep at all? Can we make it all the way to Maine without one or the both of them freaking out? Time will tell, I suppose. Anyway, send positive thoughts…
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Can we post it? Yes we can!
Raising kids has brought the question of nature vs. nurture to the forefront of my mind. I definitely have been trying to be aware of the toys, media, etc., my kids are exposed to. I’m learning that it’s nearly impossible, because even at 21 months, Little Guy is highly influenced by his grandparents (over whom I have no influence), aunts, uncles, cousins and friends. More importantly, he’s his own person. I recently read an essay from the book It’s a Boy: Women Writers on Raising Sons that talked about learning to let go when, despite your best efforts, your boy likes “boy” things.  I don’t care if my son likes…
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New addition
I am back yet again, this time with a new baby girl! I had forgotten what a newborn is like… always eating and sleeping and eating and eating. It’s funny because now that I have a toddler, the newborn seems like a piece of cake. Sure, she’s a diva who doesn’t want to be put down, but still… how hard is it to just lay her on your chest and relax? I certainly don’t need an excuse to kick back and do nothing. =} Little Guy is smitten with the baby, but not so happy with Big Guy and I for not hanging on his every word. He managed to…