I feel like, now that we’re past the halfway mark, life is moving even quicker again than it was before. It’s almost as if we’re rolling faster and faster down this amazing rollercoaster that has been Oscar’s first year. We’re not at the end yet, but so far the trip has been simply amazing ✨. Oscar is big into movement and noise these days. He loves to swing his arms, kick his legs, stomp his feet, drum his hands and…
Birthdays have never really been a super important thing for me. I love celebrating other people, but I find it really hard to enjoy my own birthday for some reason. In fact,…
I distinctly remember, just after we came home from the hospital, looking down at the tiny baby in my arms and thinking that six months was an eternity away, and things…
How can I even begin to describe the immense joy, love and wonder I’m feeling at the five month mark. As always, time has been both fleeting and fickle, and before…
When Oscar was born Dean made it very clear that he wanted him to be in a position to embrace the English side of his heritage, which is fair enough. I…
Four months. More than 16 glorious weeks of loving this little boy, and it has gone faster than ever before. He’s grown immensely in the last few weeks, and his personality…
Stargazing was always a part of my relationship with Dean. I suppose we kind of fell into it as a habit. We met on a warm summers evening and didn’t want…
![So we did something kind of wild last weekend, and we sold our crib. I know what you’re thinking: why sell a crib when you still have a crib-aged baby? Yep, we still have a little baby and now we have no crib, and the reason for that is because despite being of an age where babies usually sleep in cribs, Oscar never wanted to sleep in his crib, or any kind of other baby-appropriate container that meant he wasn’t sleeping next to me. In fact, from the moment he entered the world all that he has wanted to do was sleep next to me and be close to me. But, everyone kept telling us that wasn’t what he was supposed to do, so we tried to change it. We tried to ‘train’ our baby to sleep in the crib. And because he is my son and Dean’s son, he stubborn refused to be trained or change in any way. He asserted himself quite clearly, and the more we forced the point the worse we all felt about it, the more we felt like failures. And, of course, the more exhausted we all became (particularly me) from trying, in vain, to get our kid to sleep in his crib.
Then a few months ago we gave up, and Oscar started to sleep in our bed with us and we adjusted our bed accordingly and everyone slept a lot better and felt a lot happier. But, there at the end of the bed stood this crib, this strange cage-like piece of furniture that Oscar disliked so very much. I just got so sick of seeing it there, staring at me with this expectation that Oscar would NEED to learn to sleep in the crib. But all around me were people telling me that I was doing Oscar a disservice by not having him sleep in a crib and that I was making my life harder, when really I felt it was actually so much easier.
So I kept telling people that I’d be ‘crib training’ Oscar at some point in the future, and I’d accept advice, all the while thinking that I really didn’t want to do anything of the sort. In fact the whole time I was thinking that I’d be quite happy snuggling up to this little baby, who would not be little forever, even if that meant being woken during the night for a snack, or being occasionally sleep kicked. I was thinking that I actually felt it was a blessing, not a chore [continued in comments]](http://scontent-hkg3-2.cdninstagram.com/vp/9372d0f3415373bade68739cf3cdb27b/5E1BF81B/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/c240.0.960.960a/s640x640/67513988_2453498161364501_4150673145566874873_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-hkg3-2.cdninstagram.com&_nc_cat=105 "So we did something kind of wild last weekend, and we sold our crib. I know what you’re thinking: why sell a crib when you still have a crib-aged baby? Yep, we still have a little baby and now we have no crib, and the reason for that is because despite being of an age where babies usually sleep in cribs, Oscar never wanted to sleep in his crib, or any kind of other baby-appropriate container that meant he wasn’t sleeping next to me. In fact, from the moment he entered the world all that he has wanted to do was sleep next to me and be close to me. But, everyone kept telling us that wasn’t what he was supposed to do, so we tried to change it. We tried to ‘train’ our baby to sleep in the crib. And because he is my son and Dean’s son, he stubborn refused to be trained or change in any way. He asserted himself quite clearly, and the more we forced the point the worse we all felt about it, the more we felt like failures. And, of course, the more exhausted we all became (particularly me) from trying, in vain, to get our kid to sleep in his crib.
Then a few months ago we gave up, and Oscar started to sleep in our bed with us and we adjusted our bed accordingly and everyone slept a lot better and felt a lot happier. But, there at the end of the bed stood this crib, this strange cage-like piece of furniture that Oscar disliked so very much. I just got so sick of seeing it there, staring at me with this expectation that Oscar would NEED to learn to sleep in the crib. But all around me were people telling me that I was doing Oscar a disservice by not having him sleep in a crib and that I was making my life harder, when really I felt it was actually so much easier.
So I kept telling people that I’d be ‘crib training’ Oscar at some point in the future, and I’d accept advice, all the while thinking that I really didn’t want to do anything of the sort. In fact the whole time I was thinking that I’d be quite happy snuggling up to this little baby, who would not be little forever, even if that meant being woken during the night for a snack, or being occasionally sleep kicked. I was thinking that I actually felt it was a blessing, not a chore [continued in comments]")
