And it has been a bit stressful. I can’t do anything… Every two minutes (literally) Henry will cry and need me to do something about it. Get my boob out. Put it away. Rock him. Give him a toy. Rock him again. Clean up spit up. Hug him. Hand him a toy. Get my boob back out. Hold him. Sing to him. Give him a toy. Get my boob out. Most of the time, no one but mama will do so we just hang out in my bed. Cooper is also ill and needs mama. It has been me and the two littlest in my bed all weekend long. Hannah and Patrick are also sick, but handling it better. They are just grumpy and tired for the most part.
Henry is on the move. Three and a half months old and he is rolling 0ver from back to front and scooting/army crawling up and down my bed!
He started out on the polka dot blanket… muslin swaddling. I’m obsessed with that stuff. This, FYI, was part of a four piece Aden and Anais set. Anyway. I had laid him on his back on the blanket and then flopped beside him to check out facebook. He rolled over, and I could feel him wiggling but when I looked down he seemed happy enough, sucking on his hand next to my hip.
Ok dear reader, I would wager that quite a few of you far surpass me in crunchy-land, but I’m sure my style of mothering a baby might look weird to a lot of people that are not from that country. Also… This is how *I* choose to parent, and is not a commentary on how anyone else does it. I just thought it might be interesting to show you how we do it here in this witch’s household. … Continue Reading
Which turned into a discussion about puberty… And Patrick shouting “YES! Someday I will have tadpoles! Ooooh yeah!” (He knows what sperm is, but insists on saying tadpoles) And Willow cackling madly at the thought of Hannah “laying an egg” every month (even after I explained about the size of the egg released). … Continue Reading
I felt so honored that she asked. I was so overcome with love and squishy feelings and a bit of pride that my teen felt close enough to me to want to tell me these things- I never told my mother anything during my teen years. … Continue Reading
I brought James to work, and when I got back to the house, they still had not found the books. I told them we weren’t going o go to the library if we couldn’t find them. I stomped around a bit. Then I remembered. The last time we went to the library… Willow wasn’t with us. … Continue Reading
I’m not so sure if I’m justified in being bothered by something. She was feeding her baby in front of my son (eight years old), and no one explained to him what was going on. He was confused by the fact that he was shown her nipple. I am wondering if they could have taken some better measures to prepare my son? … Continue Reading