I had a good workout today. One of my favorite aspects of the gym I attend, is how the sense of competition, pushes me to do more and perform better.
Honestly I wanted to be napping write now, but I am addicted to writing, so here I am, writing instead of sleeping. It really is a compulsion. I don't mean that in a deep, artsy way, I mean it in a nearly pejorative way, like how I crack my knuckles too much.
Babywearing can be a great addition to your family. Mom or dad can do it. It frees them up to use their hands, while baby is happy to be close. Baby can even breastfeed while being worn.
Depending on their temperament one baby can be a handful. For the mother looking to breastfeed, what a daunting challenge twins might seem.
One of my favorite features about how breastfeeding is practiced (practically perfected) in my family is that it profoundly impacts so many areas of our life and dovetails neatly with so many of the other choices we have made.
The family bed has its pluses and minuses. The kids unequivocally love it. It's a hassle for the adults sometimes, but overall it makes life better.
Getting up in the night is no fun. I learned that quickly. Thankfully, I found a great solution that works for everyone.
What’s the difference between a 10 foot tall Victoria’s Secret banner at the mall showing a woman in her underwear and a mother breastfeeding in public?
My grandfather was said to have been breastfed until he was 4 or 5. To some that’s fodder for jokes, to others it is sick or strange. According to some, the average worldwide weaning age is around 2.5 years.
There is a culture that saps new mothers of their confidence. Some experts give them every indication that they should doubt themselves, that their choices are foolish and naive. I pray that changes.