The Meaning of Motherhood

You don't know what true selflessness is until you take a dump with a baby strapped to your chest.

Ode to the Middle Child

"so, what are you guys going to do to mitigate weird middle kid syndrome?"

it was said in jest, of course, but still...can't deny the place of the middle kid in the family dynamic. our second, jack, doesn't have the drama and volume of his older sister or the mushy sweetness of his baby brother. so, where does that leave him? right in the middle. pretty agreeable and mellow. plays well on his own. waits patiently. smiles easily. always ready for a hug.

he's got his moments like any of them, but by all counts an easy kid. so easy in fact that this mommy often feels guilty tending to the other two more demanding children and leaving him to his own devices.

so, I'm bookmarking this page as a reminder. a reminder that just 'cause he's sweet, prefers making car noises in the quiet of his room, and gives hugs whenever you ask, you still gotta try with him, momma. he deserves it...and maybe even just a weeeee bit more since he doesn't demand it.


Photo Sharing - Video Sharing - Photo Printing


Photo Sharing - Video Sharing - Photo Printing


Photo Sharing - Video Sharing - Photo Printing


Photo Sharing - Video Sharing - Photo Printing

What Sleep Deprivation Can Do to Your Favorite Children's Books

So settled down to read my middle child his before-nap story today. He picks the book, we snuggle up, I read.

Today, he grabs one of our favorites.

"Oh, mommy loves this book. Noelle's Treasure Trail," I sing-song cheerfully.

"Mommy, what's a 'treasure trail'?"

Shit.

The actual name of our story? Noelle's Treasure Tale.

Sigh. All I can say is, Mama needs some sleep before she completely desecrates Harold and the Purple Crayon.