By Megan Dear Peabody, I never thought I’d have a son. Never imagined myself mothering a real-live man-in-the-making, so you’ll forgive my rather befuddled awe at your perfect boyishness and your inexplicable charm. I’m new at this. New to the heavenly but solid feel of your flesh in my arms, new to the way your…
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Top Ten Ways the First Year of Parenting is Like Freshman Year at College
10. The first few days feel like the coolest, most awesome thing that’s ever happened to you, but about a week in, you realize, “HEYWAITAMINUTE! OHMYGOSH. This is gonna be HARD.” 9. You have to learn to appreciate someone else’s idea of good music. And listen to it over and over again from midnight to…
I Wonder if Peabody Will Love Playing with Lincoln Logs. A Girl Can Hope, Right?
By Megan As I read Cassie’s post, Worst Mother Alive over the weekend, I was touched with empathy, as many of you were, obviously, judging from the comments you left for her. We’ve all been there, haven’t we? Let’s face it, as much as we love our children and as fortunate as we are to…
Embracing the Unknown, But Knowing the One Who Knows
By Megan My sweet husband sent me away overnight to a spa last night, sort out of the blue, with zero regard for my blogging commitments, darn him, so I’m posting from my archives today. I am not, let me repeat, I AM NOT PREGNANT AGAIN. Thank you and have a wonderful day, y’all! “God,…
My New Years Resolution 2009
By Megan What’s your New Years resolution this year? Share it with us in the comments! Megan also blogs at FriedOkra.
Merry Week, Merry Family, Merry Christmas, Everyone
By Megan What a busy, fun, exciting week we have before us. Just like everyone else, I’m running around trying to get all the last minute details wrapped up, but I wanted to share a few of my family’s favorite holiday traditions and ask everyone to share their own in the comments. It’s not too…
A Long-Overdue Thank You Note
By Megan Dear Bean, You and I went to the grocery store and made cookies together today. Just an ordinary trip to the grocery store and a simple little mix and bake project for Mama and Bean. No big deal. It’s funny though. I’m finally beginning to come out of the mother-of-a-newborn fog I’ve been in…
Not the Year for Currier and Hives
By Megan ‘Tis the the season to drive myself crazy trying to do it all and do it all perfectly, tied up in a fluffy red velvet bow and scented with a potpourri of oranges, cinnamon and cloves. This time last year I was well over my head in holiday hoo-ha by now, and it wasn’t so…
Thanksgiving, At Dawn
By Megan Bean woke up and shuffled into our dark bedroom an hour ago, at four in the morning. I’m thankful my daughter’s getting so grown up and fearless. We went back to her room, snuggled under her covers and read a story together. I’m thankful for all the books we could ever want, right…
I’ve Since Learned to Keep My Hands on My Own Turkey
By Megan I may have mentioned before that I have mild control issues. Ahem. Which is why about oh, the first 100 times or so that I attempted gettin’ crafty with my Bean, the whole shebang ended with her frantically sucking her fingers and begging for hotmilk (the magic elixir of tranquility) and me seething,…