Little Jungsters

This is probably the most talked about during the highs and lows of raising Sebastian.  Do we want a second baby, or are we complete?  From my perspective I am really perplexed.  I bounce back in forth all the time; usually in those highs and lows of parenting I find myself switching sides of the argument. I've imagined myself with two children for a large part of my life, and I'm not sure if that really carries a lot of weight in this decision or if it just adds more {self} pressure.   As far as Sebastian is concerned, I'd absolutely love for him to have siblings.  I think it's a different way of life, a different childhood when you can share it with another sibling.  Of course they will argue like cats and dogs at times, but in the end they will always have each other in their own personal highs and lows of life.  I want that for Sebastian.  Without a doubt, I want Sebastian to have a brother or sister.   Then, I t...

This post isn’t for the Mamas, except to provide some comfort in the fact that we all are just a little bit more similar. This post is for the husbands. Call it a cautionary tale. A what not to do. A bit of a self help guide. And a touch of comic relief for your wife... who wants to throat-punch you when you utter some really stupid sentences. {grin} :What do you want me to do? Guys, this might seem harmless, but it’s oh so offensive. Do not, I repeat do not, ever ask a woman what they want YOU to do. She will tell you “nothing,” because we refuse to be your task manager... save yourself on this one and take initiative. There’s always something to be done. Perhaps, attend to her needs, because the likelihood if her fore-fitting another bathroom trip or forgetting to prepare a glass of water before lifting her shirt for the eighth time today has left her neglecting some of her own needs. :The baby is hungry. Gentlemen, frankly those are fighting words. DODGE! Listen, t...

Sebastian is just beginning to play with toys, which naturally promotes the question from my husband about cleanliness. “How often should we clean his toys? Should we sanitize them?” I was scouring the Internet for some tips in cleaning toys and came across a helpful website I will be referencing. Feel free to use it too; sharing is caring after all. I just brought some old vintage; (I say vintage, but really they belonged to my dad abandoned uncle as children) toys from my grandmother’s house home to share with and display in Sebastian’s nursery. Now, you have to know that I have only seen one of these toys sitting in just the same east facing, far left position on a shelf in the guest bedroom of my grandmother’s house for me entire life. Yep. I was never allowed to play with said toy, until now. I brought it home, and I’ll be perfectly honest with you- after I clean it up a bit (hello dust and grime) it will find a forever home on a shelf. It’s  just too special to be inco...

As an individual whose seen their fair share of counseling couches, therefore it’s also fair to consider myself a pseudo-therapist too. Similar to the Dr. Googles in your lives. I am confident with my self diagnosis and thus the perfect script to go along with it. I have diagnosed myself with “Momxiety,” easily recognizable to the onlooker with decently gifted vision. Symptoms include a variety of easily overlooked thoughts and actions. My momxiety is responsible for forgetfulness. Don’t be alarmed as I'm not referring to the “I lost my baby” variety as much as the “I literally cannot keep up with my water glass so I have ninety-five sprinkled around the house,” flavor of forgetfulness. I'm also plagued with a sense of lost control when not driving the vehicle with my child in the back seat leading to looming eighteen-wheeler paranoia, drifting car radar vision, and a lens for all possible impending doom when compulsively fixated on the road and surrounding cars. F...