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
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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 Along with several family members, Josh and I took the kids to see a holiday children’s play on Friday night. Linnea sat between me and Josh, perched atop a booster seat in a red Santa-inspired velvet dress that her great-grandmother had bought for her. As the production started, I stole a glance at her sweet . . . → Read More: Weekend Moments with a Preschooler The baby howls in the bedroom, wondering where I am. My two-year-old daughter stands in front of the TV wearing nothing but a diaper and a red Snow White headband. Our friend Dora explores the ocean and dances with Pirates. “Yo ho ho ho, we’re doing the pirate dance.” Indeed. Daddy, a.k.a. Josh, is at a fundraiser . . . → Read More: Sleepwriting Yesterday afternoon, my two year old and I scrubbed the kitchen and dining room floors. I set out to do it myself while the baby was napping, but Linnea was immediately interested in my bucket of soapy water and my sponge—sometimes, I think it works better to do it by hand rather than with a . . . → Read More: What is Fun? When I was in ninth grade, my family moved across town to a big brown house that quickly became HOME. It was the kind of place that attracted other people, and over the years, we welcomed many honorary family members—often for a meal, sometimes for extended stays. One of the most frequent and consistent visitors was a . . . → Read More: Kids Getting Married Since the movie Home Alone came out in 1990 (Um, 21 years ago? Really?), I’m sure I’ve seen it at least once each holiday season. My brothers and I no doubt enjoyed repeat showings of the Macaulay Culkin classic, but our viewing experience was heightened by the presence of our father, who had a very . . . → Read More: Sympathetic Pain Linnea has a fever for the sixth day straight. We spent a couple of hours at Urgent Care yesterday to learn that it’s a virus. Of course it is. Last night, I rocked her in the glider for longer than usual, pressing her hot cheek into mine and telling her how much I adore her. . . . → Read More: Saturday Morning |
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