One Month

I once heard a saying “To know the value of one month, just ask the mother of a premature baby”   Thankfully that is something I have never experienced, however it did get me thinking of the value of one month.

This past Wed., Son was one month old. 

So, what is the value on one month?

In one month Son has gone from being a sleepy, quiet newborn to a baby with distinct preferences (being held) and dislikes (being put down).  He has gone from having a wobbly head to a small measure of control.   He was gone from 8.2 lbs, down to 7.3 and up to 10.8.

Most of all however, in one month he has gone from being a tiny, hidden mystery veiled inside the womb to being Our Baby.


Interesting Question..

Today on a car ride to a family hike, Hubby asked me “If I were to die before age 40, how would you want me to go?”

An interesting question…don’t you think?

After considering the options for a moment, I told him that I would want him to die from “throwing himself in front of a rampaging gunman at his school to save his students..a hero’s death”  His response “Awww….that is the sweetest thing you ever said to me”

Quite the intersting conversation I thought.   I think I need to do more sweet talking though……

Internet addiction

I saw this article posted on a forum I frequent.

My first thought was that since internet addiction is often seen in middle-aged stay-at-home moms, I am in the clear..for a few years anyway.  After all, one isn’t considered middle-aged until at least 35..right?  That gives me a few years left…okay only a few, but still I’m NOT there yet.

However, really I think the internet is just a new way of doing an old thing.    In days past, stay at home mothers would spend time having coffee with the neighbors or chatting on the phone.    And, yes I do think there is *some* small amount of truth in the the “watching soap operas” stereotype.  While I might spend my time surfing the internet while nursing my babe……in days past mothers would spend that time talking on the phone or watching TV.   

As long as one isn’t neglecting their children and families or household duties in favor of the internet,  or rejecting real-life outside connections, I see it being a valuable tool.  The internet does allow subsets of peoples to connect with other like-minded individuals they wouldn’t normally find.  There might not be too many other crunchy, conservative, Catholics out there…but through the internet I can find them.  

In the words of the classic credit card commercial .

Computer: $800

Internet Connection: $40/month

Knowing there are other people out there like me: Priceless.


This article on co-sleeping has been appearing in some local publications.

I wanted to especially comment on this part:

On record in Essex County are deaths that occurred when babies slept on their stomachs instead of their backs, while in their baby swings, on couches, while breast-feeding, on a parent’s shoulder, on soft mattresses or pillows surrounded by loose bedding, on waterbeds, or while sleeping in the same bed with their parents or other caregivers.
Hmmm……I find it quite hard to believe that there are no deaths on record of babies that were sleeping alone in their crib.    The sad fact is, sometimes babies die, and it can happen in any sleep enviroment.
Furthermore, if crib sleeping is supposed to be so safe, then why doesn’t it make babies feel safe?  I don’t know about other babies, but mine have always been terrified to find themselves alone in the baby bed.   I guess they didn’t get the message that there are no saber-tooth tigers running through the bedroom, putting them in danger.  
A baby’s instinct and need for human contact isn’t something that will ever go away, despite all our progress with indoor heat and strong walls to protect us from wild animals.
This is not to say that precautions shouldn’t be taken, if one is going to sleep they should do so safely.
However, saying it is DANGEROUS for an infant to sleep next to a loving, attentive, careful mother is downright ridiculous,  for most of history sleeping alone was much more dangerous.


Today is Easter Monday.  Hubby is back at work, we need to do school.  The day has come and gone without much fuss.  It seems a shame that a holiday as important as Easter is only given one little day by most people.  Liturgically it lasts a whole week, an entire octave…so why aren’t we celebrating all week? 

Our Savior has risen,  we are celebrating the greatest event to happen in ALL of history…and most people only recognize it as one day which is celebrated mainly by comsuming gluttonous amounts of chocolate.   Not that chocolate isn’t a wonderful thing, and certainly in my opinion there is no food more fitting for celebrations.

Nonetheless, the resurrection of our Lord seems as though it should require more celebration than just the consumtion of chocolate bunnies and attending Sunday Mass.  

How can we make Easter the great celebration that is should be?

It’s Spring..

Spring is here in New England…the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming, all the world is anew.  Actually, the flowers aren’t blooming, I baven’t heard any birds and it is still pretty cold.  But that’s okay…because it’s spring and the promise of warmer weather is in the air.  We can feel the warmth of the sunshine hidden beneath a lingering a cold chill.   Soon, soon we will be able to shed our hats and mittens and heavy winter coats.    The promise is there, I can feel it. 

Aww spring….you’ve been a long time coming.