Behind every sane mom…

A few weeks ago, we stood in the hallway of a hotel. Wally IV was spoon-feeding, patiently, spoonful after spoonful of ice cream. This lasted 15 minutes or so. It was 10:30 at night. And the ice cream tasted amazing. To me. He was spoon feeding me. That's right. It had been a long day for Genevieve at a hotel. Wally Ben had the time of his life that day, running around and playing with his cousin…


My kids, side by side

I am told all the time that Wally Ben looks like me. Just as often, I'm told he looks like Wally IV. My theory is that he looks just like Wally IV when he is serious and angry. Otherwise he looks like me (when he is happy and laughing, of course). This is a joke, although his brow furrowing is truly Wally IV-ish. I expected Vivi to look like Wally V had. When Wally Ben was newborn, he resembled…


Family fun time

In the weeks leading up to Vivi's birth, I experienced what probably most pregnant moms of toddlers go through--the feeling that this is the end of my time as a mother of one. The end of before. The end of my time with my one and only--before my heart's capacity is doubled up. We had a lot of fun as a family of three. Of course, there is plenty of space for one more in all of these activities,…


The fools our kids make of us

At 6PM yesterday, I was a bad sitcom. I was wearing an "I'm not leaving the house today and I'm sweaty and 4 weeks from full term" outfit, complete with a streak of honey that I had decided not to wipe off of my shirt's protruding belly in a moment of I'm-growing-a-human-being allowance. (If you have had a baby, you know what I mean—"I deserve a bi-weekly Shamrock Shake, I'm growing a human…


He's a genius! Says his mom.

My son is a genius. Like every mom, I have unlimited reasons to believe this, but listen to me here. I have real, genuine proof that anyone in the country would agree with. I know for certain, because I asked my mom, and she agreed whole-heartedly that we must enroll her first grandchild—stat—in the best program around. Enough said. Here's some of my proof. I was checking my email while Wally…


On the transition to the toddler bed

Wally Ben shows a lot of "big boy" traits these days—he climbs into his car seat on his own. He wants to "help" with everything—including minor tasks, like "helping" me get dressed for a work out…"Mommy, now take these socks off. Now take belly off." Uh…not always helpful. Our big boy also (we discovered accidentally tonight) can finish the lyrics for most popular radio songs—Wally 4 was singing…


Age 1 to age 2: The best year yet! (Part 2)

One of the best parts of the year from age 1-2: some of them start to talk so you can get an idea of what they are thinking. Wally didn't really start talking until around 5 months ago, and his vocabulary has since exploded. Wally now says 3-6 word sentences, like "Mommy done shaving Butt," which Wally pointed out would sound really bad if you didn't know he was using his nickname for our dog,…


Age 1 to age 2: The best year yet! (Part 1)

I love the year from 1-2. I love it so much, it makes me hesitant that we have to do another 0-1 come April. If I could pop this little baby out at the age of 1, I totally think I would! (Besides the obvious extra pain a 20-something pound little person would involve, it sounds like a pretty good option.) Skip the only eat, sleep, poop phase (or if you were Wally Ben, cry, eat, cry, sleep, cry,…


On being pregnant, again!

We took a test at the beginning of August, and it was negative. No baby. Bummer. So being the frugal person I am, I decided not to take another test until I had symptoms. Weeks later, no symptoms, although my stomach was growing unquestionably larger. It may have been the daily ice cream runs of Silver Lake. Or the seconds (and thirds—yipes!) of Auntie Debbie's cannelloni. So still I didn't take…


On Routines

Wally V has proven to really like routines. Like all toddlers, he thrives best when he knows what is going to happen next, step-by-step. Every morning, I bring Wally Ben downstairs once he wakes up—which is earlier and earlier these days...6:30 currently. I then usually get my work computer out and go through my emails and plan my day's work. I usually sit at the kitchen table. Wally has decided…