When Avery cried from the warming table, just moments after being born, it wasn’t from shock or fear, it was simply that she wanted to do. To go. To feel wind in her hair and accomplishment in her belly. Every day since has been a sprint to mastery. Running. Climbing. Getting her everything dirty working with Dad.Last night in a run-of-the-mill, pre-bedtime romp with Bri, my sweet, strong, do-it-myself Ave fractured her tibia. How will I ever keep her still enough to heal?*** *This isn’t hypothetical people, lay some wisdom on me.**Grandma may be coming to help!
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I call BS on that one. Because as much as I know that what I am going to have to do for the next three weeks is beyond lousy, I know that it hurts Avery more. I’ll keep this short because very soon the girls will be up and I am going to have some serious work on my hands. Last night at about 10pm a doctor at the local ECC confirmed that Avery, in a normal bit of rough-housing, indeed fractured her tibia. Summer. A swing set half the way done in the back yard. New swimsuits to be broken in. A Dora slip-n-slide type thingie just purchased. And a passion for running, climbing and digging unlike I’ve ever seen before. So, you…
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Seems like each day moves with greater speed, my ability to see the moments without blurred edges grows ever more difficult. I am trying, with the gentle counsel of friends like Janet to approach life with three kids with less guilt, less expectations of perfection (Ha!) from myself. The other night Sean had taken Briar and Avery out on the porch to watch a passing storm, once it was on its way to the next town he led the girls upstairs. He took my laptop to set them up for a little pre-bedtime Curious George, while I rocked Finley in the nursery. I listened to him talking to them, the girls chirping questions and squealing with exclaims over this little thing and that, their…
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It all started with a simple question, “Is she good?” I can’t remember who was asking it or where I was, but I do remember thinking, “Does anyone say no to that question?” The person was referring to Briar, our first daughter. The idea of saying, “No, as a matter of fact, I am so glad you asked because let me tell you, this kid does not sleep. Ever.” was just too horrifying to consider. Briar slept in bed with us until she 14 months old. I won’t say that there weren’t times that I didn’t revel in the closeness, but honestly, 14 months is a really long time, longer still if it is by necessity, not choice. Here’s the thing, I lie, or…
Ave and Briar have been helping me figure out what the fiddleybop to wear at Blogher. I mean it’s San Francisco, people are so chic there, ok, people anywhere are chic compared to what you find in the Adirondacks (Apologies to Raeanne, Amy and Trina, ya’ll are super chic!) Now my cheeks are flaming because my god, who says, “Chic?” Anyway, back to the conference. It’ll be a mere 2.5 months since I had Finley. Let’s be honest, even the most confident of us are struggling a bit at 10 weeks postpartum, the impatience with things going back into place (Shut up! They will too go back into place!) And, while this isn’t prom, you also kind of want to look your best when,…