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Buy Now, Pay Later

My girlfriend Abby is often fond of saying, “Every decision you make as a parent comes down to this:  Do I want to pay now, or pay later?  Do I enforce a rule now, or do I let it slide and deal with it when it’s a bigger mess later?  Do I lose sleep tonight when I sleep-train my baby, or do I lose sleep for the next three years as I get up to soothe him back to sleep every night?”

I’m starting to really understand what she means.


Being Grateful - What Else?

We spend every Thanksgiving with my husband’s large family, and one of our traditions just before dinner is to go around the table saying one thing that we’re thankful for.  I still remember the year my nephew Nick said, “I’m thankful for Nana’s mashed potatoes.”  When his mother looked at him sharply, unsure if he was mocking, he said, bewildered, “Well who wouldn’t be thankful for her mashed potataoes?”  With 22 people at said table, you’d think the kids would get impatient, but by the end there’s more than one misty eye in the room.

Kitchen Sink Not Included

When I was a ballet dancer, I had the biggest dance bag in the company.  A very large weekend tote bag, my dance bag was stuffed with – aside from the basics like pointe shoes and warmers - everything from a big roll of duct tape to a full-sized hammer.  Everyone teased me, but they all came to me to borrow band-aids or sew on ribbons or – yes – hammer something.

Little did I know that hefting that thing around was training me to be a mommy.

And We Get To Do It Again Next Week

We’ve done it – we’ve successfully navigated our first Holiday Travel Day.  I’m having to start mentally gearing up for the return trip already.

When we went to Wisconsin, Madeleine was three months old.  I was incredibly nervous, but the trip went smoothly thanks to girlfriend tips and the fact that Maddie was pretty young and so amenable to hanging out anywhere as long as we were with her.  Now, at 5 ½ months, she’s got some definite opinions about sitting in one place for too long.  Who knew.

Wagons, Ho!

Our living room looks as if a Target exploded.

On the piano, baby clothes.  On the kitchen pass-thru, men’s wear.  Piano bench, women’s wear. 

And on the dining room table (seats eight,) baby gear.

We’re getting ready for Madeleine’s first trip to Dallas to visit her many relatives, and I feel like the supply chief for a wagon train, organizing our necessities (bouncy seat!  Check!  Playmat!  Check!  Piggy!  Piggy?  Where’s Piggy!!!  Whew, Check!) for a one-week trip the way pioneers planned for an eight-month haul across the unsettled territories.

Wrestling With the Beast

There’s a topic I’ve been avoiding in these postings because I know it’s controversial.  But I know that every parent struggles with this issue and because I’m trying to be open and honest about where I am in this parenting thing, I need to bring it up here and be ready for the email onslaught.

I’m talking about sleep-training.