I have read no books and only a few blog posts about baby sleep. I have done no research and know no statistics. A fellow mom, Corrie Tienhaara, shared her method of baby sleep schedules with me; she, in turn, learned it from another mother. Corrie is a stay at home mom with 4 kids, ages 6, 5, 2 and 5-day-old newborn. She recommended picking up a book called Baby Wise, but I’m unsure how similar her method is to what’s described in that book.
I. Love. Cooking. And I have missed being able to cook these past few months. Between moving and being pregnant and giving birth and taking care of my newborn, I have been able to do very little cooking since I started this blog post 47 weeks ago. Well…I’ve at least not been able to do nearly as much cooking as I’d have liked.
I’m not a structured person. I like to have a general pattern to my day, but I hate clocks and deadlines and appointments. I’d prefer to live in a culture where you met someone “in the late morning,” as opposed to “at 11:15.” So I’m not considering a baby schedule because I looooove schedules so much.
It is ridiculous how expensive rhubarb is. I mean, seriously? The stuff grows like a weed. And it’s as sour as all get out. Most people have no clue what to do with it. But it’s not exotic; it’s just like the “stand-off-ish” fruit-vegetable* of the produce community.
When I started this year-long commitment to blogging about our CSA, there were many things I didn’t expect. I didn’t expect to buy a house. I didn’t expect to get laid off. And I didn’t expect to have a beautiful baby girl. But I did. And, while blogging through these changing circumstances has been difficult, [...]
Our existence this last month has been unbelievably rich, unbelievably challenging, and amazing in the most unexpectedly profound ways. Since I hope to actually post this blog post today, I doubt I will be able to give proper credence to the vividness, depth and resplendent nature of our relationship with our little daughter, Phoebe, during the first month if her “life on the outside” of the womb.
Two weeks into parenthood, I was starting to read Phoebe better. I knew when she was tired what her “tired cry” sounded like; however, I had no clue what the difference was between “I’m hungry,” “Change my diaper,” as well as other cries. It was frustrating for both of us: I’d often give her the wrong thing late at night, and it would only make things worse. Further crying would ensue. I’d feel bad for my unhappy baby & she’d feel bad for her unhappy self.
Hi, there! I’m Erin. I’m a crunchy Christian mom and artist. I love to eat local farm food and shop at thrift stores. I blog about our crazy life and baby girl (born April 2011). I love rainbows. My hair is messy. ^_^ I hope you enjoy my blog! (Read More about me here...)