The other day, Charlie spontaneously and innocently asked me a question. And suddenly, the moment I have dreaded since becoming a parent was beginning to unravel. It’s happening, don’t say the wrong thing. “Mommy, who is that guy?” He asked as he pointed to a candle I had made for my wedding, my father’s picture printed under the words ‘In Loving Memory.’ My heart was pounding. “Charlie, that’s your Grampy,” I said. “Yeah, Nanny and Gram-PIE!” He confirmed. “No, buddy. That’s a different Grampy. He’s my daddy. He’s not around anymore. But if he were, you would have had 3 Grampies!” “That’s you daddy?” “Yep buddy, tha ... Read the full post.
Big C turned 4 months on the 8th, which just happened to be my favorite (okay, only) sister’s birthday! Happy big 3-0 to Aunt Elizabeth! (I’m sure she loves that I continue to rub it in that she’s 30, but it’s fine – I’ll be there next year and she can return the favor!) In tradition of my monthly top 10’s, I thought I’d put a little spin on my list this month and review the top 10 ways becoming a mother has changed me. It has only been 4 months, yet I feel like it was a past life when I existed without Charlie. In fact, I’m not sure I really did exist before Charlie, if that makes any sense. Probably the moms get what I’m saying. Anyway, here we go. Top 10. 10. I have become what ... Read the full post.
We’re ba-aaaack! After a short (and unintentional) hiatus, that is. You see, recently I had to do the most difficult thing I’ve had to do since giving birth — I had to leave my baby overnight. 🙁 That’s right…in mid-February I had to take a business trip. It was 3 days, 3 nights, all expenses paid to balmy Minnesota. When I think about the continental United States, the one state I’d prefer NOT to travel to in February would probably be Minnesota. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I don’t like the state… but considering I come from Maine it’s not like it’s exciting for me when it starts snowing in the middle of a conference call. Whereas everyone else (who happen to c ... Read the full post.
“Perfect love sometimes does not come until the first grandchild.” When I was a young girl, I went through a stretch of time that I felt like I had no friends. It was around middle school, and while I had “friends” I felt like all of my friends had other stronger bonds and I was the big cheese that stood alone. I remember crying to my mom about it, as my usual cry-y self, I think after not getting invited to a party that the entire 7th grade population of the Algonquin wing of Scarborough Middle School – sans about 7 people – were invited to. I remember my mom telling me something that has stuck with me for my whole life… “Michelle, your mother should be your best friend.” It’s fun ... Read the full post.