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As everyone begins to scramble for that pad of paper, intent on making the noble, self-improving list needed to start your year off right, remind yourself of last year’s list and how long it lasted.  What does it say about us, that we constantly feel the need to re-evaluate who we are and how we’re doing and, deciding we’re lacking, come up with some grand and totally unrealistic plan to completely change ourselves, save a ton of money, and save the world all at the same time?  Are we really such a disappointment to ourselves?
 
This year, make a realistic list of resolutions.  Give yourself small goals you can actually keep, and make sure they’re not important enough that you hate yourself when you don’t keep them (and you won’t.)
 
I’ll start.

As a performer earlier in life, I’ve certainly done my fair share of crappy dinner theatre: singing and dancing my way across the stage, taking care not to slip on a stray piece of lettuce – good times.  I never thought it would be necessary training for becoming a mommy.

In doing a casual surf of daddytypes today, I discovered that the New York Times ran an article about the resurgence of co-sleeping.  The article declares that Dr. Ferber, long known as the “cry it out” guy, has supposedly reversed himself on co-sleeping, now stating it’s not so bad, and his “conversion” has encouraged parents who have been co-sleeping in secret to come out of the closet, so to speak, and declare the family bed proudly.
 
As you can imagine, this has sparked quite an internet debate.  Parenting-related bloggers everywhere are weighing in (myself included, obviously!) and posted comments to each entry are flying fast and furious.

In doing a casual surf of daddytypes today, I discovered that the New York Times ran an article about the resurgence of co-sleeping.  The article declares that Dr. Ferber, long known as the “cry it out” guy, has supposedly reversed himself on co-sleeping, now stating it’s not so bad, and his “conversion” has encouraged parents who have been co-sleeping in secret to come out of the closet, so to speak, and declare the family bed proudly.
 
As you can imagine, this has sparked quite an internet debate.  Parenting-related bloggers everywhere are weighing in (myself included, obviously!) and posted comments to each entry are flying fast and furious.

I know, I know, we’ve already had this conversation.  But it’s going on two weeks now, and the ole digestive tract ain’t what it used to be for baby girl.

There’s nothing more fun than buying clothes for a baby girl.

Or, if we’re being honest, more unnecessary.  Unnecessary, because every grandparent, uncle, and co-worker is buying your daughter cute little outfits.  No one can resist it!  I happily change her three times a day, pretending she’s got something on her clothes, because she looks so cute in everything.