Wednesday, 30 January 2013 15:57

Butter scraped across too much bread

I think everyone knows what it's like to juggle things. I'm certainly not the first person to walk the raggedy line between work and family. You think when you have a family there are only two things to balance, but in reality it's like playing a game of Twister, the colors all representing different social or economic obligation.

Right foot, blue: work. Left foot, red: general care of children. Right hand, yellow: try to have friends. Left hand, green: maintain social life for kids, yourself, and stay in touch with family.

Published in Edge Staff Mom
Wednesday, 09 January 2013 15:00

Fair weather moms

When your kids are doing something well, you want to take credit for it. Clearly, they are eating well because of my phenomenal parenting capability. Anyone who has a finicky eater must be doing something wrong, because look, they eat what I give them. Until they don't.

Two out of my three kids are awesome eaters. They are offered the same food in the same way, but one of my daughters will literally turn her nose up at some foods these days. Just weeks ago she was eating like a champion, but now she's too good for mashed potatoes and peas.

Published in Edge Staff Mom
Friday, 04 January 2013 14:43

Can't do this to me, baby

Being a parent changes your perspective on lots of things. You start looking outward instead of inward. You begin thinking of all the cool things you want to show your little beans. Re-experience what it's like to see the world with fresh eyes. And suddenly every rock and roll song with the word 'baby' in it takes on a whole new meaning.

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Thursday, 20 December 2012 10:20

Operation Good Morning

Sleep deprivation is a form of torture. In the early weeks and months of having three newborns, I probably would have confessed to several murders if someone told me I could sleep in.

But as the kids sleep with consistency through the night and sanity is regained, things smooth out. But sometimes you still can't see the forest for the trees. You get into habits that were formed in the early days and forget to look for, let alone see, the big picture.

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Thursday, 08 November 2012 08:21

The sunny side

When I have downtime, I troll the interwebs where I am involved (in the virtual sense) with a couple of multiples groups online. I've made long-distance friends with several moms of multiples, and we trade tips, ask advice and even swap items (I totally nailed a great deal on a triplet stroller just last week solid).

But one of my friends recently posted about how someone called her fake for posting cute pictures and happy status updates about her life. The notion that someone's life is supposed to precisely mirror their Facebook statuses seems weird to me. With very few exceptions, I don't post pictures of my kids screaming or crying, I don't post pictures of myself looking like a hot mess, I keep my whiny status updates to a minimum (this is subject to debate, I'm sure), and to the untrained eye it may appear that I am just breezing through raising three kids while seamlessly maintaining a job and household. Let me just say, ha!

Published in Edge Staff Mom
Wednesday, 07 November 2012 23:58


Two days after the big storm, we woke up without power. My husband had an early morning meeting and left the house at the crack of dawn. Naturally, his morning wake-up call never rang through, my cell phone just so happened to be dead, and my alarm did not go off. Ten minutes to 7, the light from the skylight slowly filtered into the room. While my eyes adjusted to the brightness, a vague uneasiness set in. It was too bright.

Published in Style
Wednesday, 17 October 2012 16:12

Sick and tired

The kids got sick. Cold-type sick, with the goopy nose, fever and general fussiness that comes with being sick. And I hate it.

It's like I have been transported back in time to when the kids were waking up every two hours throughout the night, but instead of changing them and feeding them all I can do is wipe faces and cuddle them for as long as they can stand it. At least when they were newborns they could get some comfort from being fed. Now, eating is a chore, sleeping is a chore, and their whole face is gross.

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Wednesday, 17 October 2012 16:11

Motherhood: no rest for the weary

Sometimes when I can't sleep at night, I creep into my kids' bedroom and stare at their faces for a while. When they were babies I used to watch them sleep. It wasn't hard since we co-slept. By co-sleep, I mean they slept beside me, and I prayed for the miracle to continue.

It's different now that they aren't tiny amoebas anymore. They've been mobile for years, and life seems so far removed from those long maternity leaves when going to the grocery store felt like an adventure. It was. Taking three children under four into a public establishment certainly upped Hannaford's wine sales. Looking back, I don't know how I did it, but doesn't every mother say this?

Published in Livin'
Thursday, 04 October 2012 11:08

Spoiled parents

To think we were worried about the kids getting spoiled. Really, we should have been worried about ourselves.

In the early days, getting a full night of sleep was a pipe dream. But you quickly get used to periods of time when the children are napping. So much so that when they change their routine you feel slighted by their impunity. After all, we had a deal. That deal was, they sleep until 6 a.m. and we feed them, play with them for a few hours and put them down for a nap. The nap should last a minimum of one hour, but preferably two hours or more. And so forth

Published in Edge Staff Mom
Wednesday, 19 September 2012 18:44

Is this worth five minutes?

Any parent knows what happens to a house after you have kids. It's like a bomb of shiny, brightly colored plastic and plush went off everywhere. But add in a messed up sleep schedule, added responsibility and chores, and suddenly there is a backlog of things that tired parents just don't want to do.

And really, for that first six months to a year, don't worry about it too much. This column isn't for you. You will have dishes that don't get done, and laundry that never gets folded, and that is OK. Have a long-distance hug from a sympathetic stranger.

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