procrastination

Playing hide and go see with a young child is so blissfully innocent. I love when she covers her eyes with her hands and considers herself to be hiding; acting under the pretense that if she can’t see me, I can’t see her. While it’s an incorrect principle, I think it’s a developmental step that […]

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invisible umbilicus

My son learned to love my husband before he was even born. My husband doesn’t have a rigid schedule at work, especially with the times at which he returns home for lunch or supper, but once he came home our son would wake up and started to play. At first I thought it was merely […]

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preparation is no guarantee

It’s amazing that no matter how much preparation you do, some things are out of your control. It’s really a hard lesson to learn for control freaks, and I know that personally, it’s a lesson I have to learn over and over; that part of my brain refuses to make that information stick. Fortunately for […]

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just not my night

I could hear his breathing speed up; I knew he was trying to squirm his way out of the burrito-blanket. I knew that I had exactly one minute to show my bleary-eyed face before he woke up my husband. I seemed to be lucid enough to remember to turn off the baby monitor and close […]

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discovering Dad

When my Dad came down to visit me and meet my son I got to meet a new person as well. I hadn’t seen much of my father since I got married (that’s what getting married while still in school and living in a different country will do to you) but it wasn’t that he […]

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family relations

My husband says that if you put our son in a room with his cousin 14 months older, and filled the room with other children about the same age (but unrelated to us,) anyone could pick out that our two are related. It certainly would not be because they have the same colouring, my son […]

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old soul

No longer governed solely by his bodily functions, my son is developing into an interpersonal communication guru. While I realize that he’s only two months old, that as time goes on his babbling will become even more advanced, and it won’t be long before I’m listening to his real-word chatter all day long, he really […]

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valentine of a different kind

I gazed at my Valentine’s gift all day. I carried it around, carressed it, and admired it. I thanked my husband all day for his gift. We didn’t go out for dinner, we didn’t buy cards, and we didn’t buy chocolates. But as my husband worked and I cared for our son, I was so […]

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bodily FUNctions

Motherhood changes your opinion of what is disgusting. I had always believed that a mother’s saliva was a combination of 409 and WD-40, but it really transcends beyond that. Suddenly I’m evaluating bodily secretions with varying levels of charm, and retelling the stories to my husband as though he missed a major milestone. (Not to […]

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scarred

With no postpartum blues at all, imagine my surprise, when two months into my new life my perspective suddenly got bleak. It occured to me that I would never be the same — not because motherhood had made me a different person, but because the birth had changed my future. I have physically recovered completely […]

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