Nostalgia: Reliving Childhood with my Kids

One of my favorite things about becoming a parent is that I have a built in reason to indulge in some good old fashioned nostalgia. There are milestones I’ve been dreaming about since getting pregnant that revolve around sharing some of my favorite things with my kids. I’ve hit some of those and I’m still waiting on others, but it is such a cool experience to revisit some of my favorite childhood memories again but this time through a different lens. Continue reading

Parenting questions that haunt me at night…

I remember getting a few strange responses when I started announcing my pregnancy to friends and family. In amongst the congratulations I had people ask me the following questions (could not make this up if I tried): Continue reading

Breathing for my Baby

It’s funny (or maybe sad?) how many ways I wouldn’t take care of myself for my own sake, but that I am trying to make a priority now that I have a child. Especially physically. I never treated my body very well until I suddenly needed it to grown another human. As I said before, I can act or work an office job or keep pushing on in school readings on zero sleep and a diet of ramen and rice, but I it is hard to keep up with a toddler and make sure he isn’t trying to electrocute himself I don’t take some time to recharge. Continue reading

Holy Week and Lessons from my Baby

Even though it’s April already (how did that happen?!?!) I wanted to write one more entry geared toward belief as we head toward the triduum of Holy Thursday, Good Friday, and the Easter Vigil. I wanted to share some ways that having a baby has changed the way I’ve started to think about my relationship with God. There are a lot of parent/child comparisons in the Bible, referring to God as a heavenly father and I don’t think I was ever really comfortable with them and never really understood them until I had my own child and felt the immense love I do now,

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I can’t contain all the love I feel for this little guy!!!

the willing sacrifices every day with no expectation that my son “deserve” or “earn” them. Continue reading