The Truth about Stay at Home Moms

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Ever since going back to work, after five months of maternity leave, I have been curious about the lives of parents who stay at home with their kids. Do they love it, or do they secretly hate it?

I imagine its a bit of both. I like to think that I get a glimpse into this on weekends. When there are stretches during a Saturday or Sunday when we have a really good rhythm. Leaving me feeling capable and happy with my wily boy. On the other hand there are nap protests & horrible table manners (thank you iPad & friends who don’t mind a two foot tall companion) at a restaurant or in the country wine tasting or doing all the things that 30-something grown ups want to do.

Long story short, Monday morning comes and we go our separate ways and we are all the better for it (thank you mom!) So when my friend Liz made the decision to stay at home with her kids earlier this year I was really interested in her perspective. Continue reading “The Truth about Stay at Home Moms”

Nearly 2.5 years a Madre

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Somehow I have a nearly two-and-a-half-year-old boy, B-O-Y.

On his second birthday I wrote that I had always wanted a two year old boy, it was the stage I looked forward to the most. A cute and misbehaving companion that enjoys walks through the neighborhood holding my hand, one way conversation that can be quite annoying considering his dismissal of my behavioral corrections but also quite charming when sitting at the dinner table using his flatware and stemmed (plastic) wine glasses on occasion.

Below is a handful of “status updates” on life two years and five months into motherhood.

CONVERSATION As mentioned above he is becoming a chatty cathy who throws in dramatic hand gestures and unexpected facial cues into almost every ‘conversation’ we have. His eye rolls and winks are very distracting (in a cute way) when trying to interpret his words. A sample of some of his phrases are as follow: “don’t want to”, “I do it”, “need a tissue”, “I wash my hands” said as a demand and intended to mean that he must wash his hands. He loves washing his hands.  Continue reading “Nearly 2.5 years a Madre”