• Amy

    Be Kind, My Boy

    Maybe it was the ridiculous hour of the night (morning?).  Maybe it was the exhaustion of 3 weeks postpartum–there is really nothing like that kind of tired.  Maybe it was the discomfort of hooking myself up to a hospital-grade breast pump every 2 hours around the clock–in addition to then bottle-feeding–because I was convinced that was what “good” moms did.  Maybe it was the big feelings every time I looked at or touched or kissed my new little boy. Maybe (probably) it was all of those things put together. I was sitting on the floor in the living room of our cozy little apartment, attached in all my glory to…

  • Amy

    I will grow old for you, Mom

    I looked a little closer.  The lighting in my bathroom has never been great, so it was difficult to tell for sure…a gray hair?!  This was uncharted territory, and I was not sure how to process it. The wrinkles and bags under my eyes.  I am supposed to be ashamed, I should be investing in night creams and concealers.  Lasers and fillers and stuff I can’t pronounce. Things are sagging.  There is a general droopiness in my…everything.  I don’t look like the 30 year-old moms.  I am told this should bother me, I need to up my game and turn back the clock. Get trim.  Stay blonde.  Get toned. I…

  • Amy

    Mary Poppins Visits the Urgent Care

    *This is a little throwback post from 2010…   5 visits to the Urgent Care in the past year have me thinking…they really should come up with a better name for that place. I have a few suggestions…Doc’s-not-in-a-hurry-care. Waiting-room-care. Let’s-keep-that-mom-in-panic-mode-care. Or my personal favorite…entertain-your-2 year-old-in-an-exam-room-for-3-hours-care. That last one’s coming from personal experience, don’t you know.  Ellie and I spent Friday night in exam room #5. Just us and the contents of my ill-prepared purse. I know, I know…what in heaven’s name is a mom of 5 doing out in public minus her magic bag?! No one wonders that as much as i did on Friday night. First we counted cars…

  • Amy

    Have a glass of chocolate milk, June Cleaver

    I do not profess to be the best house cleaner you ever met on the internet. I mostly run my household by the saying “Clean enough to be healthy and dirty enough to be happy”…cover of “Better Homes and Gardens”  meets “Cheaper by the Dozen”. That is what I aspire to. (Did I just give the impression that I’m a slob? Because I’m totally not a slob…I just have 7 people living in one house and like every mother knows, there is a revolving “to do” list that just carries over from day to day to day to day. At my house, things like the baseboards and tile grout and…

  • Amy

    Now and Then

    Then…I woke to cries from a crib or requests for Cheerios and “ Dora”.  Or sometimes, it was a kick in the ribs and a desperate plea for a sippy cup of juice. Ah, the sippy cups of juice! Now… I wake before the alarm—the one I set every night “just in case”– to the nudge of a daughter in need of help with her ponytail or a middle school boy who can’t find his favorite socks. Apparently favorite socks is a thing.   Then…My grocery list essentials included baby wipes, the aforementioned juice (by the gallon), goldfish, and whatever checkout aisle toy it took to bribe their good behavior…