A big thank you to everyone who left (and continue to leave) their wisdoms on yesterday’s post. I read them through again this morning during our morning cuddle and I feel very enlightened and a bit relieved. Thank you.
Parenting advice is a tricky thing. So often it can be given or received in a negative, know-it-all way. But when it’s not–it can be so helpful, even powerful. Last weekend I was complaining about my crying baby to a group of women when a fellow mama said quietly (and graciously), “He wants to be with you, there’s nothing wrong with that.”
I’ve thought about those words a lot this week. Sometimes I just need to slow down, pick him up, and appreciate these slobbery cuddles because they won’t last long.
In other news, the little guy slept through the night last night. 11:15pm-7:15am on the dot. 8 whole hours of glorious sleep. I am ready to take on the world (or at least the wash).
And if that’s not enough good news, yesterday I breastfed in the mall, standing up, while walking. I felt like supermom.
As promised, here are some photo fails to end the week. More often than not, this is how our pictures turn out.
Happy Friday.
What you can’t see is that he is pooping. Also there are ants on his balls. Child abuse much?
What? You don’t want to sit in a scratchy basket in 100 degree heat?
Something about this is creepy, no?
I I know it looks like I am a terrible mother (and photographer), but this could have been really cute.
All blame for this series goes to the grandmother.
Forget the uncomfortable costume, the cheeseball props are most upsetting.
Whispering half-hearted apologies.
You are welcome.
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shooooooooooooot…i hope my comments didn’t come across as know it all. because i so don’t. guess i was just speaking from my experience and what seemed to work. i WISH i knew it all. for example, i would really REALLY like to know what to do when your kid throws himself on the floor and screams and kicks and flails. I tend to just stare for a second and walk away, while the screaming continues on. I’m sure that does not qualify as good parenting. Anyhoo, I’m sorry if my comments were at all know-it-all-ie-like. maybe you should ask parents about their “criminal” moments. Would probably be funny and comforting at the same time. :) Hugs.
Rest assured, all advice is welcome here.
…and the pictures are hilarious. :)
…sorry for another comment, but after looking at the block picture, I’m really glad that your last name doesn’t end with the letter “F”. And also, I really wish I had your photo/blog skills. my poor children don’t even have a baby book.
i meant start with the letter “F”.
You
Are
Hilarious
My thought exactly.
HAHA!! omgah, I am dying. I initially thought the same thing about your last name beginning with an “F..” I mean, the picture is already awesome- that just would have added hilarity for sure. The outtakes are the best. I commend you for capturing mid-spit up! And the polar bear? I may just have nightmares tonight…
yah, where the HECK did your mom get those huge beasts? Did she just have them on hand?! Did she rent them just for the photo shoot?
I know, right? So scary.
She picked it up off the side of the road. What can I say? She’s crazy.
She needs to get rid of those stuffed beasts asap. They. Are. Terrifying.
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