March 6th, 2014
This past Saturday, I had the pleasure of speaking on the Birth Panel at MommyCon Chicago for the second year in a row!
What is MommyCon? Well, this is what they have to say about themselves: “MommyCon is a boutique style convention dedicated to bringing modern parents and mothers-to-be together. Our focus is on natural and organic parenting methods and timeless tidbits as we journey through parenthood together. Our seminars and workshops include; babywearing, birth, breastfeeding, cloth diapering, car seat safety, natural health and medicine, baby gear, childproofing and so much more!” Read more...
February 16th, 2014
When you think about yourself, what age do you think you are? How do you picture yourself looking? I always think of myself as 23 and still a size 4. Except now I am 3o and a size 10. Sometimes I look in the mirror and think “Who the hell is that?! Why is her face so chubby? Do I know her?”
Basically, the mirror and the memory don’t match up. I have gained about 25 pounds in the last 18 months and can’t seem to get any of it off. A few pounds will drop here and there, but no matter what I eat or how hard I work out, it stays. It’s been an extremely difficult adjustment for me as a person both emotionally and financially- I had to buy all new clothes! Our bodies don’t totally mature until we’ve had a baby, especially our breasts, and so many changes we don’t expect happen. Other than quite a few stretch marks, my body didn’t change much until Sawyer weaned at 38 months. When that happened, I gained a bunch of weight, my hips and thighs got bigger, and my face got rounder. It was really, really difficult to deal with, and still is. I’m getting to know this new body of mine. I often don’t recognize myself if I catch my reflection in passing. Read more...
January 25th, 2014
I hear this crap all the time. Don’t say this shit, guys. Seriously.
“Don’t you want to try for a girl (or boy, depending on what you already have)?”
I have been trying for another baby (of any gender, I don’t care. Not one bit, two boys would be awesome) for over 3 years. I have done everything in my power and then some to try to get pregnant. It just isn’t happening. Just because I have a 4 year old and he’s my only child doesn’t mean that I don’t want more- that I haven’t been trying for another. Also, why do I need to have 1 of each gender? What’s wrong with having all boys or all girls?
“Pregnancy/childbirth was so bad you had to stop at one, huh?” Read more...
January 22nd, 2014
It has taken me a long time to accept this fact. I was raised in a crazy, dysfunctional household full of unstable yellers. I hate to think that I have that in me, but I do.
My first instinct when someone upsets me is to yell in their face or smack them across it. I certainly don’t do the latter, and I try my best not to yell. However, it takes everything in me to NOT act that way. It’s all I know. Even now, it’s all my family does. (Which is the #1 reason why I have distanced myself from them as much as possible.) When you are attempting to be a gentle parent, this isn’t exactly easy. Read more...
January 7th, 2014
Every single time I say, “I’m going to be a better blogger!” something happens and I am knocked on my ass and can’t blog for weeks. For my 30th birthday, it was influenza B.
First off, due to this experience I would like to figuratively (not LITERALLY) slap anyone who has ever said they had “the flu” when they clearly did not. Real influenza is no joke, I’m 2 weeks into it, and definitely on the mend (and long past contagious, thankfully), but I am still not doing great. I am exhausted doing the easiest of tasks, and have pretty much zero strength or appetite. Read more...
December 18th, 2013
Aside from being the worst blogger ever the past few months, I have been meticulously planning for our annual “Thanksmas” party that happened last Saturday. We try to have a theme each year, and this year-as you may have guessed- we chose Mad Men.
This was the premise- everyone had to dress up in the style of Mad Men characters. Guys wore jackets and ties, girls wore wiggle dresses, pin up style clothing, etc. It was so fun to see everyone all gussied up! I was running around like a headless chicken, so I don’t have any pictures of me in my awesome dress. Or of the gorgeous food. Whoops.
To add to the 60s ad man feel, I put out candy cigarettes for everyone, and encouraged others to pose for pictures with them. It was silly, fun, and definitely a lot more healthy than the real thing! Read more...
November 13th, 2013
Monday Mr. Hipster was off work for Veterans’ Day. Sawyer was not. We had 2 WHOLE HOURS just to ourselves. Even though we’ve both been battling (and losing) the cold from hell, we decided we would walk to a local cafe and have a nice breakfast, just the two of us.
While hacking up a lung and trying not to pee myself, I still had an amazing time. At first, we were both
Mmmm…. Childless Chai
rushing and very uneasy. Then, we realized, THERE’S NO RUSH! No little person to worry about getting bored and acting out. No worrying about how the slow service is going to make us wish we never came. Just quiet. Peace. Calm.
It was fucking weird. Read more...
October 30th, 2013
Last week, I discussed my issues with being more gentle and calm in my parenting. I am working on it, and it’s getting better. Although today is a terrible example of that because I’m on edge for various reasons and have been yelling all day long.
Now, there’s also the guilt involved in all of this. Not just the guilt that I feel because I know I’m not doing a great job right now. That’s enough on it’s own, but the guilt that I feel because my husband is so much better at this stage of development than me is even worse.
It’s true. Mr. Hipster is just BETTER at this stage than me. He rarely loses his patience, is always positive and caring. I can count on one hand the times I’ve seen him yell. He somehow knows just what tone to use and just the right way to talk to Sawyer. I, on the other hand, get so flustered and frustrated that most times, we both end up upset. Read more...
October 23rd, 2013
And then my kid turned 4.
It really has nothing to do with him and everything to do with ME. I am a baby person. I love babies, I am good with babies, and all of the work surrounding them doesn’t make me cringe as much as it does most people. I’m not going to say that it’s not exhausting and hard- it is- but most days, I didn’t mind it much. As Sawyer has gotten older, things have gotten so much harder. There is no less love, just a lot more frustration and misunderstanding. Read more...
October 10th, 2013
The following are excerpts from conversations I have had with my husband this week. We are weirdos. Luckily, we both find the others’ weirdness quite charming.
There are a few things you need to know or these conversations won’t make sense: 1) I have a zombie foot. Yes, you read that right, a zombie foot. I have nerve damage on my right foot and I can only feel about half of it. It usually doesn’t give me too many problems, but, you know, obviously when half your foot is numb and tingly it is bound to cause SOME issues. 2) While my wedding was beautiful and fun, it wasn’t the wedding I wanted. I wanted a destination wedding with just us. I also hate weddings in general. Again, we’re weirdos. I know it. Now you will, too.
(Me, stubbing my zombie foot into Mr. Hipster’s fully functioning foot). Read more...