Musings on the three most important things in my life; my husband, my kids and my Little Yellow Notepad
It really should be called the Judgement Museum.
It’s very subtle.
Quiet looks and silent glares. Forced smiles and controlled tones.
I can’t think of another place that is quite as stress-filled as a Children’s Museum.
It’s well masked by all the gleeful chatter and banter of kids exploring, running, playing and squealing.
But behind every excited child is a tense mom with clenched fists. Continue reading “Children’s Museum or Judgement Museum?”
I’m not really sure when it happened.
For the longest time, just by my being, I was able to assert my authority over my kids. After all, they had to look up to talk to me. I was taller than them all.
And then suddenly, without much warning, I am the one looking up.
I can’t even see eye to eye with my oldest. I have to look UP.
I’m not familiar with this and I don’t know how this happened.
For a moment I forget that this is baby number 9, not my first born.
See, I love the car-toy-playing-seat the second I see it; it is so perfect. Closed in on four sides and enough knobs to keep a baby sitting and busy, it was just so cute.
But then I remember. I have other children at home. This is not my first.
I take a deep breath and allow reality to take over.
“Where are we going today?”
“When are we leaving?”
“Are we going somewhere today?”
“We have to go somewhere today!”
Yes, you guessed it – it’s day #3 of The Chol Hamoed Trip Extravaganza – when you have a whole week to plan trip and after trip and spend quality family time together.
Except the degree of quality can fluctuate.
Sleep.
Every mother’s elusive dream.
Sleep training.
Every mother’s nightmare.
It doesn’t matter what number child it is, the mere mention of the words strike fear of incompetence in the heart of every mother.
Why is everyone else’s baby sleeping and mine doesn’t?!
It doesn’t matter how many books you read or what method you believe in, the reality is that there is no shortcut.
Every mother dreams of that day when she can walk into the room, eliminate the step of rocking and jumping and dancing and nursing the baby to sleep and rather just lovingly place the baby in his/her crib, give the baby kiss, and walk out.
And so, after all my studying, reading, clinical trials and as I embark on the journey of sleep training my 9th child ka’’h, I’ve compiled my own method of sleep training; this method combines all the tried and proven techniques that promise you the sleep of your dreams by just being calm and making the magic work.
Little Yellow Notepad 