There is no “me” in baby. Trust me, I’ve looked – again and again. Remember the days when you could walk into the house, go to the bathroom, wash your…
There should be special traffic laws for anyone driving with an infant. Maybe even a separate traffic lane. A lane with no stoplights, no school zones, no waiting for left…
Right now my child is laying on a rug in the living room. He could lay in a crib, a swing, a vibrating chair, a bouncy chair, a bassinet and…
I finally know why women tend to be lousy drivers. Because they have a small window of opportunity to escape the house, the children, both which at times feel like…
If you’re wondering when this blog will return to its regular programming, trust me, so am I. I am longing to speak in terms of workouts, intervals and miles. I…
My day began at 3 am. That would be when Max decided it was time to wake up – for real – and start feeding every hour on the hour….
It’s been over a week now and I’m settling into my new life with the new little man. Sometimes I look over at the pack n’ play, see him sleeping…
Wednesday morning, 12:30 am, Chris brings Max into the bedroom. Get ready. Meaning: pull out your boobs and get ready to feed the little man. I pull over my shirt…
He has arrived! Meet Maxwell Logan Waterstraat born July 23, 2010 at 5:43 pm. He weighed in at 7 pounds, 9 ounces (so much for ultrasound estimates) and was 20…
On Wednesday, I had my 39-week appointment. This is it, the last appointment on the books. Next week I guess they assume you’ve either delivered or given up. Part of…