Starting Early Intervention During a Pandemic
The two months leading up to the widespread stay-at-home advisories were a blur. I was working two jobs, with increased hours at both. It had …
The two months leading up to the widespread stay-at-home advisories were a blur. I was working two jobs, with increased hours at both. It had …
When work-from-home life began in March, the first thing my new 3- and 1-year-old co-workers were trained on was Zoom. With everyone now working remotely …
They were taking it hour by hour, trying to figure out what the next move was that would keep us safe. Now I know what they must have felt. And while I don’t have a pandemic playbook, I do have the knowledge that if I take each step with my children’s safety and wellness in mind, I’ll be doing the best I can.
Sure, I lost friends. People faded away who thought they didn’t have anything in common with me anymore. That makes no sense, because what I love and who I am didn’t completely change. I still love sports and tell long-winded stories. I still drink too much coffee and laugh awkwardly. I am still me, just with kids added. The loss of those people from my life didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would, because what I lost in quantity of friends, I gained in quality of friendships.
Parenthood grants you a lot of gifts. Hugs. Little voices saying, “I love you, Mommy.” Gobs of handprint crafts. And eye injuries. I write this …
If you are new to these toys and this world of Thomas and Friends, here are some tips my obsessive-research side has compiled over the course of my son’s total Thomas fandom.
Taking a kid, no matter how football obsessed, to an NFL game, is an investment. Given the cost of tickets, the distance to most stadiums, and the sheer size of the event, you can’t wing it. I didn’t attend my first NFL game until my 17th birthday. Good news: Your children don’t have to wait as long as I did. Here are some tips for anyone hoping to bring their kids to a New England Patriots or any other NFL game.
Years of that type of preparation taught me well. I’m that person who always has a bobby pin, safety pin, Shout wipe, lipstick, and seven pens in her bag. At work, I stash an extra pair of pantyhose in my office. And I always have a backup for any piece of equipment I have to set up that day. It all stems from those dance recital days, where you might not touch that extra, but it felt good to know it was there if you needed it.
When I made the decision to exclusively pump with my first son, I struggled to find information, tips, and tricks. I did a lot of things wrong. My second time around, I not only had my own struggles to build upon, but a growing number of resources online and more lactation consultants informed about its best practices. Here’s what I have learned from two exclusive-pumping journeys.