Oh, Lord, y’all. I’ve already shared this part of myself with you. I have a few pet peeves, but the number one tear-my-hair-out, blindly screaming, call your mother and tell her what you did peeve is meanness. When someone is mean to me or someone I love I go from super chill Becca to white trash redneck angry girl whose name is not pronounceable through her gritted teeth. Having a child has taken these psychotic episodes to another level-and because usually the perpetrator is aged in the single digits, I have to control myself during these times more than ever. Have you ever wanted to grab a 6-year-old by the ear and drag him away while his mother watched? No. Uh. Right. Me neither. Continue reading
My husband and I are having a baby, but my toddler is too. It’s been fun trying to explain to him that there is a baby in my belly. We’ve read books and looked at drawings of babies in the womb. While he seems to understand that there is a baby in there and that it is growing and that when it gets big enough it will come out, he also thinks there is another baby in his own belly. Continue reading
Oh, I’m sure other women experienced severe hanger in their first pregnancies, but not me. This second one has been different in so many ways. I also need to clarify that I, myself have experienced hanger many times without being pregnant, but this hanger is different. This hanger WAKES you up at 4:30am and forces you to mindlessly chug cinnamon apple sauce out of an old hot-chocolate-stained coffee mug. Then, you lay there and think about how you had a cheeseburger and fries at 8 o’clock last night and there is no way you should physically be this hungry right now. Continue reading
Have a kid, tell everyone you’re going to take them to Disney before they’re three, then take them. That’s the moment you’ll realize how fast time flies. It is insane that we are already here. We are home from Disney with another little Disney freak on the way. The next time Rick and Jack and I are at Disney together will be when Baby Devens is almost three and it will be here before we know it.
I’m always pretty obnoxious about appreciating each little moment, but this pregnancy has made it so much worse. I am not in a hurry at all this go round where as last time, I just couldn’t wait to meet our new baby. I know that our life as we know it will never be the same just as it was with Jack, and I want to savour the time we have before Jack becomes a big brother and Rick and I become equally matched in tiny humans. Continue reading
Right now, an American couple is walking down a cobblestone alley in Rome trying to find their hotel. The sky is clear and the air is crisp. The husband is confidently walking closer and closer towards the Colosseum attempting to locate their hotel. He doesn’t want his wife to know that he doesn’t know where he is going. She knows, buddy. She knows. She doesn’t care though, because they’re in Rome…and BAM! There is the Colosseum, a structure she has only seen in movies and pictures. I know this is happening right now because it is a beautiful cycle the Romans know too well-and it was us about a week and a half ago. I wonder how often Romans get a “Scusa, do you know how to get to…”. Daily? At least weekly I am sure of it. We were so grateful for all the kindness of the Italian people. Not one of them ignored us or turned us away. Somehow, the couple always finds their way back to the hotel. Continue reading
Wow, you guys. I’ve gotten a lot of feed back from my last post, Why You Should Visit Your Confused Loved One-Even If It Makes You Sad. Thank you for sharing 261 times! If it makes just one person decide to go visit their loved one, I will be ecstatic. So, a few people have brought up some questions about HOW to visit your confused one. They’re ready to put on their thoughtful pants and visit, but they aren’t sure what to do once they get there. My friend Makenna Buffington lost her father to Alzheimer’s. She knows first hand how important it is to visit and through her experiences, has given me some great pointers on how to visit someone who is confused. How do you visit? What do you say? What do you not say? How do you connect? What about the awkwardness? Makenna and I have put together some helpful tips through our own personal visits with our family members, while it is aimed towards moderate to severe dementia, these words can serve as a guide for any stage: Continue reading
Every time I write a blog, I get comments about how thoughtful I am or how wise I am for my years. When I post something on Facebook, I get comments like, “Oh, you guys are so much fun!” “Never a dull moment with you!” “Beautiful family!”. The one that makes me most insecure is “Well said” or “Perfectly worded.” Obviously, these things make me feel GREAT! However, they also make me look a little closer at myself and wonder if people see me as a little wiser and considerate than I actually am. Any thing I ever write comes from experiences, and I enjoy looking back on them and finding something meaningful. The thing is, to get to the point where I can evaluate my own behavior to the world around me, I have to mess up-ALOT-first. As my mother can confirm, I am definitely a “learn the hard way” kind of person. Continue reading