I kept trying to write about Jack’s new toddler bed yesterday, but I was continually thwarted. I will take that as a hint that there’s something more urgent that I should be blogging about. There are lots of things up in the air for our family in the new year (even more than usual).
Hugo will be 4 in December and Jack is 7 months. They are crazy about each other and appear to need less parental interference in their games than we think. Last night, Hugo took the blame for something that turned out to be clearly Jack’s fault. Continue reading
I’m not in labor. I’m just 39 weeks pregnant today but I’ve felt different over the past few days. And I wonder what it’s going to be like when it starts. I went past 41 weeks with Hugo and ended up being induced. My past experience with drugs and the hospital has influenced my current decision to have this baby at home.
I also haven’t really felt like writing since I was criticized by my first random internet stranger when a friend shared my last post about Hugo’s attachment to his Cars shirts on Facebook. I know I have a pretty sympathetic audience usually, people who know me already in some capacity at least. And I tag my posts with Attachment Parenting and other crunchy-sounding terms that aren’t likely to attract readers who have opinions opposed to mine.