Life is a comedy these days, friends. A comedy in which physical humor prevails and the crazed mother-heroine is invariably covered in strained peas. Two nights ago, a ceramic bowl shattered at the end of dinner, riiiiight after I announced that I was about to lose my mind. There seems to be a pattern wherein . . . → Read More: Life is a Comedy
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Do you ever feel like you’re being pulled in too many directions? Last night, I sat in the bathroom clipping my hot pink toenails while supervising bath time. Linus—just a week shy of his first birthday—patted the glistening bubbles while chewing lovingly on a spongy orange letter “P.” Three-year-old Linnea was busy mothering Mermaid Dora . . . → Read More: Asking a Lot Today was a PTO day for me, and I love being out and about on a weekday with the kids. The three of us had a jam-packed day that included the donut shop, the mall play area, the library, and the park (I spent less than three bucks total). There was a lot of laughing, . . . → Read More: An Unexpected Hour Did you know that good is usually good enough? Not everything requires an A+ effort. This was news to me during my first year of motherhood. When I learned this invaluable mantra, however, it brought much peace and simplicity to my life. Good is good enough. I love it, and yet some of the peak . . . → Read More: The Rallying Cry Two years ago, a woman in my mom’s group confessed that it felt like all she ever did was say “no.” She felt terrible about it, and from where I sat as mother to a sweet, obedient one-year-girl, I didn’t understand the problem. “Just say ‘no’ less often,” I thought. “Positive Parenting 101.” Anyone who . . . → Read More: Mommy the Naysayer As I was reading bedtime books to Linnea tonight—a favorite part of her rather elaborate nightly routine—I was struck right between the eyes by the clock of life. On the inside covers of A Gift-Bear for the King were illegible letters of the alphabet, squiggly hearts, and stick figures that lack bodies. Linnea saw the . . . → Read More: Living Room Time Travel Now that the baby is sleeping well, I have no excuse. It’s time to redirect my attention to Linnea for some go-big-or-go-home potty training. She will turn three in a few weeks, and ditching the diapers by then would be a splendid gift for all involved. Considering how uptight I can be, I’ve been surprisingly . . . → Read More: The Princess and the Pee For right now, both of my children are sleeping—in the same room, at the same time. Linnea clutches a plush Minnie Mouse in her bed lined with at least a dozen blankets. Linus, zipped snugly into his pale green sleep sack, fingers a satin-piped blankie in the crib across the room. For right now, the house is . . . → Read More: For Right Now It’s been a typical week in the Wilhelm household. You know—a little vomit, a headless rabbit, and a trip to the ER. Laughter hasn’t been optional, because if I didn’t laugh, I’d probably cry, and what’s the fun in that? I believe I’ve covered the fact that my seven-month-0ld baby, Linus, doesn’t sleep well. For . . . → Read More: Life is Amusing My lengthy holiday vacation did not go according to plan. There really wasn’t much of a plan in the first place—simply to enjoy time with my family, to watch lots of movies, and intentionally NOT to set any lofty goals for myself (which of course I’m prone to overdoing). Still, it’s safe to say that . . . → Read More: Rough Patch |
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