It all started when I went back to work when my first daughter, Gabby, was 7 months old. She had never been away from me and was so attached that I did my best to NOT walk the 200 steps from my work to the daycare to make sure she was OK. It was good for her to not be ripped from my arms so often every day, and while I didn’t enjoy it, it was the right thing to do.
Last weekend, we were given the opportunity to check out the Beyond the Bump event at the Hyatt Regency downtown. Since I’m not pregnant, I wasn’t sure what to expect of the event or what I would get from it (other than a slight hint of baby fever which I have since managed to kick, but that’s neither here nor there). I went with two of my girlfriends, one who has an almost-two year old little boy and the other who is a first time mom-to-be due at the end of May!
We may or may not be done having kids. There. I said it. In the most non-committal way possible. At the very least, I am done living in our modest house with so much baby stuff that I may or MAY NOT ever have a need for, ever again. Now that I’ve been around the baby block twice, I know that 90% of the stuff was had was completely unnecessary. I’m talking to you, baby swing, bouncy seat, changing pads #2 and 3… We only have two kids!
If you’re anything like me, you press “snooze” on your alarm one (or three) too many times in the morning. In my attempts to squeeze in just a few more precious moments of sleep, I ultimately end up paying for it with rushing around the house trying to get everyone ready for their days. Our kids wake up hangry, Marleigh is not a fan of wearing anything but pajamas (who can blame her?), and if you peeked into our windows on any given weekday between 6:15-7:00 AM, you would think you were watching an episode of WWE as we try to keep Henry still for his diaper change. Is it just me, or do kids have an incredible skill of sensing urgency and resisting it at any cost? We have spent many-a-mornings in a mad dash to the front door – only to ultimately lose the race against time because of one thing: the double layered winter coat.