Heidi's Hideaway (now with added class!)
Posted in Big Bad Mummy, Insomnia, grad school on Feb 22nd, 2010
That utterly inarticulate topic pretty much sums up the last few days; the bright, glowing highlight was meeting Katie, my very first FA friend (if you don’t count someone pointed in the direction of my journal by someone else in FA, that is).
A nice Seattleite, willing to have a conversation? It’s a bloody miracle [...]
Posted in Big Bad Mummy on Feb 17th, 2010
I need to do more posts like this – I forget them all so quickly! Childfree-Hardcore types who think all mothers are sellout breeders need not read on (oops, did I reveal a pet peeve? Sorry! I’m pro-not-having-children. Not pro-attacking-people-for-their-choices.)
Ahem.
As told by my mother: Ciaran story of the day: We’re getting [...]
Posted in Big Bad Mummy, Size acceptance on Jan 29th, 2010
I’ve seen the story about the Bellevue couple that starved their baby mentioned all over the place. My first reaction? Well, folks, that’s what happens when you have a weight-obsessed society that prioritizes thinness over health.
My second reaction? There but for the grace of God/Goddess go I…
Six weeks before my son was [...]
Posted in Big Bad Mummy on Jan 22nd, 2010
I’ve been alone in bed the last couple of nights because my husband has a cold and is in the guest bedroom, so it’s just me and the baby monitor. Last night around 1:15 I heard Ciaran shuffling around in his bed, a few thumps, and nothing more. I needed a trip to [...]
Posted in Big Bad Mummy on Jan 12th, 2010
My son is the world’s worst sleeper.
No, I know that’s hyperbole. I know that he’s no worse than average (these days, anyway – in his newborn days he was The Sleepless Devil Child [tm]). Still, though, I hear tales of parents who have children that sleep from 7:30 PM to 7:30 AM and [...]
Posted in Big Bad Mummy on Jan 7th, 2010
A shuffling, warm little body climbs into bed next to me, naked from the waist down and lies quite happily in my arms under the warm blanket. “Where’s Daddy?”
“Cleaning up the pants you peed in, honey. He’ll be right back. Would you like to cuddle with me until he gets back?”
“No. [...]
Posted in Big Bad Mummy on Dec 14th, 2009
An accident this morning. I stepped left just as Ciaran tried to pass me in the hall. Collision.
He is in a phase where any injury that he does to himself can be shaken off with an “I’m okay!” but any imagined slight and even the tiniest of bumps from another person brings out an impassioned [...]
Posted in Big Bad Mummy, Food on Nov 17th, 2009
Currently feeling asthma-wheezy and coughing intermittently, whether because of seasonal allergies or because I’m coming down with something, I do not know. Ciaran’s been coughing too, so maybe we’re fighting off a bug, although I’ve felt fine otherwise.
Had a good appointment with my nutritionist yesterday. I like her quite a lot and would [...]
Posted in Big Bad Mummy on Nov 2nd, 2009
My baby is a baby no longer. He talks (and talks, and talks, convincing most people that he’s a year older than he really is), runs, is learning to dissemble and delay, and rarely cuddles. He can say, “I love you!” and also, loudly, “NO! THAT IS NOT A GOOD IDEA!” if [...]
Posted in Big Bad Mummy on Sep 23rd, 2009
Tired. Very, very tired.
On Monday, it was a stressful day at work and then, about midday, I found out that one of my husband’s good school friends, whom I’d met during my first visit to the UK and always wanted to get back in touch with, died of post-surgical complications. From gastric banding [...]
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