Post winter hibernation 


Every year it hits me! My winter blues and carb-overloading shift as the weather becomes tinged with the tiniest bit of springtime. I woke up this morning feel like I could smell spring and rolled my car windows down and knew that the 37 I felt rushing in was the beginning of this new season.

A new season always makes me feel like I can tackle a new challenge. This season, I am bringing back healthful foods because to be honest I miss them! I like eating my fruits and veggies but when the ground is covered in feet of snow I inevitably feel like I only have time to make pasta and bathtubs full of it!

Today I kissed winter and carbs goodbye and did a little meal prep to keep this momentum going into my first week back to work from spring break. Dinner tonight was chicken lettuce wraps and breakfast tomorrow will be a yummy broccoli and spinach frittata. I have some cold brew in the frig for morning too and am kissing my Starbucks addiction good bye too! Fresh starts here all around 

Take 1lb ground chicken, 1tbsp soy sauce, 1tbsp hoisin sauce, 2 tbspoon watwr, 1 tsp olive oil, 3 diced scallions and 2 shredded carrots and mix up together in a skillet and serve in some Boston Bibb! Easy peasey 

Pink dreams…

I have wanted to write this for a long time. I have also never wanted to write this down. It feels selfish, stupid, privileged, entitled, ungrateful, and loathesome. Yet it sits with me everyday and it sits heavy in my heart. I imagine then that I might not be alone in having this feeling. But when I think of the greater picture of life, the real trials that individuals face and that families embrace, it feels insignificant and pales in any comparison ever. It is hard to write this when thinking about our loved ones who hold fast to dreams of growing their own families. My best friend, Laura, in college would say that you cannot compare hards and you have to feel your feelings. So with her words in mind, I am going to share some feelings. In three weeks, Owen turns 1 and our baby days are over. We have been so blessed to have two healthy and happy boys. They are truly the best gifts in the whole world. With their father, they complete our family and I feel so much love for these three men and all the joy and laughs they bring to every single day. 

When I was growing up, I used to dream about visiting Rome. My friends and family members also shared these dreams. I would lay in my mother’s lap and we would talk about eating the delicious food and wine and walking through the ancient streets. We would visit the Coliseum and Roman forum, we would throw coins into the fountain of Trevi and drink cappuccino in the piazzas. We would wind our way through the roads of Tuscany and bathe in the warm sunlight. We would gaze in amazement at the great works of Michelangelo, Raphael, and Botticelli. I planned my trip to the very last detail. I collected recommendations from friends and family and took all the steps necessary to make that trip. The day came after years of dreaming, envisioning, and planning. I boarded the airplane and we took off for the peninsula. David and I held hands and laughed as we deplaned for our adventure and then we realized that the plane landed in…Amsterdam! 

That is how it feels. I always dreamed of having a little girl. There were visions of daddy-daughter dances, being the “mother of the bride,” and doing all those mother-daughter things that I loved to do so much with my own mom. I dreamt about raising a brave, bold, independent and fierce young woman. I imagined telling her tales of not only her amazing great-grandmothers who shattered female standards but of her loving and kind grandmothers and of women like Ruth Bader Ginsberg who ensured that her life would be equal and valued. Or stories of Elizabeth Blackwell who challenged the patriarchy and became America’s first female doctor. We would admire the fictional Lesley Knope but also enjoy some pink fantasies nonetheless. And when she had her own babies, I would help raise them as my mother did for me and my grandmother for her. And of course there would be so much in between all of this.

But, I landed in Amsterdam. My friends who made it to Rome will revel in those dreams and realities. They have their daughters to raise and I will lovingly watch but the sadness of not also being in Rome will weigh on my heart everyday. I feel this little heaviness everyday as I scroll through Facebook or Instagram and see all the mothers of daughters. I feel a sadness as the only little girls I will really be able to kiss and hold are my two nieces, and I feel sad being different from my brother and brother-in-law who are raising their strong daughters. I feel like I am missing something crucial to my identity, a part of my skin, a part of my essence. In many many ways, I do not feel like my family is complete (or ever will be).


Yes, Amsterdam is beautiful! It has tulips and windmills and lovely, picturesque canals. It has Van Gogh and Rembrandt and a wild countryside. I would never change having Henry and Owen. They make my days beautiful and their unique personalities are hilarious to watch unfold. I want to be in Amsterdam! I am excited to raise strong, compassionate young men who support their partners’ dreams and who respect the dignity, humanity, and value of others. I am excited to run wild with them as they explore the world around them. But I will always dream of also visiting Rome and wondering what it would be like to bring my boy club there (I guess I am greedy). It is a feeling I will carry everyday of my life. I know it and it breaks my heart. 

Our best morning 


Getting glimpses into what mornings will look like here. Henry is playing an elaborate Lego game at the kitchen island and Owen is walking about on his own playing with a pushcart. Drinking my big latte and watching all this is sweet and weird. They are self-entertaining and my “quiet” morning might be coming back to me but a part of me wants to scoop up the boys and create the chaos I am accustomed too. You never want what you have, huh? 

Unsteady

The signs are already there. Owen is starting to nurse less and less. The world around him is far too interesting and stealing sips from Henry’s sippy cup is exhilarating. As we begin the inevitable end of our nursing relationship, I have so many mixed emotions.


First, I am so grateful to have been able to feed my baby by breast for almost twelve months. I never thought that I would want to nurse my babies but once we established our relationship it felt both natural and significant. I loved every minute of rocking baby Owen in his room while he nodded to bed and he ran his little fingers in my hair. I loved less the moments when he shoved his hand down my throat or grabbed and twisted my nose with all his might but hey he was bored there nursing and wanted to amuse himself.  I will miss the way his eyes lit up as I carried him over to our little nook and he knew he could just snuggle in and have alone time together. I will not miss pumping at work to maintain my supply and ensure he had enough to drink while I was away. Those days of running between classes and meetings to the mother’s room were not easy but they were necessary.


Second, I am so grateful that both Owen and my body made it work. While nursing is the most basic and natural human relationship it is SO hard to establish in our society. Without easy access to resources, nursing can be frustrating and isolating. I am grateful to all the women who supported us, cheered for us, and helped normalize this basic human act. And for David for being my lactation consultant and champion.


Third, it felt nice to be a mammal. This might sound weird but I enjoyed remembering that we are not special snowflakes in the universe but part of it and we feed our young just like our mammal friends. We grow our babies, birth our babies, and then feed our babies.


Lastly, I am sad. So sad that Owen is my last baby. That these next three weeks will be the last time I nurse a little human and that my baby is growing up. It feels unsteady to be closing this chapter. It feels bittersweet.

Owen Edward: 11 Months


How can it possibly be that in 30 days our baby is one year old!!  This will sound cliche but truly this year was the longest shortest year with Owen joining us as the fourth and final member to the clan. This month will be filled with many joyful tears as we mark the milestone. So much growth and development has occurred and I am both nostalgic for my tiny baby and excited for all that our little toddler-to-be is able to do now and will continue to be able to do into this next year! For starters, this month, at 30 inches in length, Owen abandoned his baby infant carseat carrier and transitioned into the toddler carseat. I would like to say that this solved our fussy transporter’s issues around car travel but, alas, he remains underwhelmed by travel. Perhaps he will be similar to Henry and change his mind about the car once he is able to turn around and face forward in his seat.



Project smile is at a standstill. Everyday we are convinced that the next set of two bottom teeth and the two front teeth will erupt from the gums, and everyday we are left waiting. He clearing is teething as they inch closer and closer to the surface. We can see them! But, they remain submerged. But, the two-teethed boy is not deterred in his eating. He continues to prefer solid foods to puree and relishes in sausage, kale, spinach, pasta, fish, olives, berries, and cries out to try anything and everything he sees us eating. You truly cannot snack in front of Owen without offering him a bite. He refuses to let a single mealtime experience or opportunity pass him by. In order to convey this, Owen squawks at us, opens his mouth as wide as it physically can go, and reaches out with open hands to grab hold of that morsel. He has started to make the sound for “more” and taps his fingers together to sign to us that he wants more, more, more food!


You might call us crazy, but it also seems like he can say “ball.” This is perfect considering his favorite toy is a ball. He will crawl his way over to a bag of balls or a kick ball, grab ahold of it and start smiling from ear to ear. He cannot contain his delight and squeals with glee as he taps and bops and hits the balls between his hands or onto the floor and says something like “baa laa” while playing. His other go to toys these days are: a dump truck full of balls, shaker eggs, a book that plays the song Old MacDonald, and a xylophone. His grabs the little kid table in the playroom and reaches for his mallet and then you begin to hear the sound of the musician at work. This is the most hysterical thing to the maestro who turns about smiling and laughing and waits for his applause. Music and dancing are definitely the preferred activities for Mr. Owen.


As with every month, there were many celebrations to enjoy from Owen’s first Valentine’s day to singing happy birthday and FaceTiming with family around the country as they  commemorated their own years. Owen tumbled at Jack’s birthday part and played in little gyms throughout the suburbs of Boston as both a way to explore and learn and as an attempt to avoid these last frigid days of old man winter. But whether we are home or out exploring, Owen is in a very clingy phase where he prefers to be snuggled and carried about. When he is ready to get down, he twists out of your arms and let’s you know that this place or this thing is very exciting and he has got to go! Like when it is time for a diaper change he much prefers to be doing anything else, so I am left sweating while I try to wiggle him into his new attire before he scampers off naked. No matter how wiggly he gets though, he is the king of the hug and cuddle. He nestles his little head into my neck and just quietly lays against my cheek while he pats my back and I think, okay let’s stay like this forever or for at least the next 30 years.


David won the bet!  For the past two months, we have been patiently waiting to see when Owen would take his first shaky steps. The deadline was March 11 for David’s victory and on March 8th, Owen let go of the coffee table and took four caution and independent steps to me. And with that David won himself a pack of Dr. Pepper! Congratulations, David. With Owen even more mobile we are preparing ourselves for the inevitable fights between the boys. We have had a glimpse of what is to come. Henry will be playing at the coffee table when Owen sidles up and grabs a hold of whatever had been capturing Henry’s attention and just like that chaos breaks out and they each dig their little nails into the coveted toy and cry out! Yet when it is time to read stories they easily give up their difference and sit down together to follow along with the tale of Make Way for Little Ducklings or Where is Baby’s Bellybutton? In those moments, I know that they will be friends and siblings, allies and rivals, but forever family and there to encourage and protect and love one another. And, that David and I are there to help them figure out those complexities.


As the month closed out, Owen had an ear infection (his first), but after a round of antibiotics he gifted up with multiple nights of major sleep! Owen went down to bed at 6:30PM and woke for the day at 5:30AM and I did a dance of joy throughout the house. I will absolutely miss our nighttime cuddles and nursing sessions when I would wrap his little Tintin curl around my figure and pet his cheek and smile and marvel, but I am also really excited to be getting more consistent and regular sleep through the night…especially since his naps can be unpredictable (sometimes two hours sometimes 20 minutes). But no matter the “hard” times of this first year getting to know our Owen, it will always be a wonderful year because our son joined us, we loved him, we watched him grow and change and develop and share his personality, we heard him say “ma ma” and “da da,” and are so grateful to continue to be able to do this thing with him and for him.  Much love Owen in this final month before we celebrate your very first birthday!