Don't ever think it will never happen to you, because it can, it might and it could even happen when you're sitting right there with your kids. Get rid of those small choking hazards. Just because they haven't swallowed one yet doesn't mean they won't. You just never know when.
Dear Mummy. Well you didn't think I was going to let my baby brother have all the glory now did you? I mean he's a baby so his reasons for not sleeping are, well, baby-ish. Mine though? Mine are a little different, because you see Mummy, I am a big boy now.
We all have a journey towards our sense of self; for identical twins, the road to self-awareness both literally and figuratively, is particularly challenging. In the case of my kids and so many other identical twins.
It's a scary world out there. By out there I mean the cyber world we enter every time we tweet, post, like, google or pin. I would venture to say that as a parent, it is even scarier. With the number of hours our children spend on devices these days, every click potentially opens them up to dangers that as parents we need to ensure we are protecting them from.
How you perceive your children, how they interact with you and how you learn to be your best in the world in the very place...
I see you, Facebook friends, I see all of you. And I admire you! You are seriously amazing and I can tell it's fun for you and I can practically HEAR your kids giggling every morning. I got nothin' BUT love for you. But I'm not joining you. And that's OK.
At 51, I thought I had escaped fatherhood; I had dodged a few close calls along the way though. After those close calls I made sure that I didn't have any unplanned children until after I was married and settled down . . . that was the right thing to do. Wasn't it?
The truth is, the birth of your baby will most likely be the most transformative and life-changing experience you will ever go through. You will enter the experience living in one dimension and you will exit feeling truly like you are on "The Other Side" of your life.
I remember the anticlimactic feeling once the baby was born and everyone went home. Looking at that tiny, unfamiliar face and not recognizing the reality of the child in my arms. The possibilities of the dream child gone, the actual baby a monumental mystery.
At the age of 2, a child has a vocabulary of at least 50-100 words. If your child is still only using a few words and has not caught up with peers, it could be the sign of a language delay.
This was one of the anticipated birthdays you were looking forward to other than 16 where you could finally learn to drive. But sadly, it was not a milestone you would ever reach. I often wonder what you would be like as an adult in our ever changing world. What would the future hold if you hadn't had that awful Thanksgiving weekend and that horrible experience you came home to tell me about. If you had been able to sleep better that weekend. If others had just left you alone.
Now as a mother of two, I can appreciate how utterly under-prepared I was as I began this crazy journey. I certainly don't claim to have all the answers (not even close) but I'd like to offer a helping hand, for what it is worth, to anyone else waddling uncomfortably down the path to motherhood.
If I could talk to every new mom before they began their mommying journeys and give them any tiny bit of advice and encouragement, this is what I would tell them.
Designing Jacob's Halloween costumes is an annual project in our house.
One year, we built a drum set around his wheelchair. Another year my husband,...
Why, despite experience and common sense and despite what women themselves say, is there this absolute continued blind faith among so many people that a significant number of women revel in the excuse of breastfeeding to expose themselves in public?
Traditionally, it has been the mother who has given up a career to look after a child. But times are changing. As a consequence of more and more women having babies later in their lives, women are spending more time forging established careers, just like men have always done. At least that's what I'm experiencing in my neck of the woods.
Comment on all of their Facebook posts. Make sure some of them include telling them to come home at a reasonable hour (if it's a picture from a party), or that you really like their "outfit", or "Don't forget to pick up your rash medication on the way home."
Ah, that first visit to Santa. Remember how your little one cried and was scared, clinging to you? But you knew that this was temporary. Next year, he/she would be fine with the Santa visit, a rite of passage for most North American children today. But what if your child is not like all the other children?
My bump didn't carry a sign announcing my baby's probable fate to the world. I was still subjected to the usual barrage of questions and comments from well-meaning strangers. Strangers who were blissfully unaware of how hurtful their musings on and queries about my pregnancy were.