Motherhood

Stay-at-home Dentist

I am sensing a nap time blogging trend.

I have had a whole week to digest my newfound freedom. While I am looking forward to getting out to put this degree to good use, I am allowing myself some time to just relax. No guilt. I know I will never have another opportunity like this one to just recharge and spend time with the little one.

For now I will wake up to the sound of toddler giggles...
For now I will enjoy my cup of coffee while Emma begins making her morning messes...
For now I will make dinner for my family and have it ready when Paul comes home...
For now I will take walks to the park and read book after book in a corner of the library...
For now I will take my time...
For now, and it's all okay. 

 

She's a maniac

I am writing this with a twitch in my eye and sweat on my brow. Emma is a maniac. Well, she's pretty much your typical 16-month old and I can't keep up. 

Side note: you parents with multiple kiddos underfoot, you get all the praise and cookies.

I feel we are in the throws of a major developmental leap because she is absolutely wild. According to this amazing resource, she is in the throws of the three C's: crying, clinginess, and crankiness. 

Yup, just check all those off. And pour me another glass. (Drinking pinot right now.)

Because this is a lifestyle blog (emphasis on the word life) I'm going to keep it real with you. Things are hard right now. 

I am supposed to be finishing up school at this end of next week but I still have a mountain of paperwork and tasks to complete in the meantime. Emma has been incredibly challenging. She is quite literally my shadow. Actually, she is constantly trying to occupy the same physical space as me and clings to my legs, sleeps with her feet on my face, and pounds on the bathroom door. 

We are settling into our new place which I am excited about, of course, but schedules and routines are being adjusted and figured out. It's a work in progress. Plus the commute into the city has caused me to sprout 20 new grays. 

My little miss independent keeps me on my toes and we have discovered that she is a runner. Like, let me just run out into the street or face first off of the balcony.

Never scoff at the baby leash until you have a toddling toddler. Reserve all judgement, pleaseandthankyou.

But with all the insanity at headquarters, comes the truly amazing moments. Her language comprehension is off the charts and her affection is infectious. I could probably write an entire post dedicated to toddler hugs and kisses. 

She is wonderful. She is wild. She is exhausting. She is perfect. She drives me crazy. 

Hashtag, MOTHERHOOD.

To save me from my own spiraling whining, tell me your motherhood wisdoms and/or stories of your own little ones.

Side note number two: Are crayons toxic? I'm asking for a friend.

 

Sleep stuff on a Saturday

I hope you are up for a little whining on a Saturday morning (from me, not Emma). If not, feel free to click out or scroll to the bottom for some toddler thigh chub photos.

While I have said this on and off since Emma badger was born, we are attempting some sleep training. Well more like, encourage her to sleep in her own bed so I don't go crazy-ing. It's just time. We have been co-sleeping (controversial, I know, but let's just move on shall we?) for months and months and she is just getting too big now. It worked great while she was still nursing in the night. I loved the ease of it and her baby snuggles. But now, Paul and Emma sleep well in this arrangement and me, not so much. She tends to snuggle up really close to me and by the time my blurry eyes catch a glimpse of the morning light, she has essentially weaseled her way so close that half my body is dangling off the side of the bed. Not ideal. 

I bought this book and it has really opened my eyes to other techniques of sleep training (rather than just "cry it out" which kills my soul). And by George, we are going to try it. Currently, I am trying to get her napping well today so that she isn't over tired come bed time. 

Side note: It is strange and mind-boggling to me that when babies and toddlers get over tired, it makes it HARDER for them to fall asleep. When I am dead tired, I pass out. Her? Nope. She just wails and cries and tugs at my mother sucker heart strings.

Last night she cried for a solid hour and now I'm dead. 

Moving on. 

I have heard/read that toddlers on the brighter side (not bragging, just an observation) have a harder time quietening their minds when it's time to nap/go to bed. I can see those traits in Emma. Up until now, she really only naps in the car seat or stroller (motion of the ocean) and bed time is a battle of wills. 

Spoiler alert: she wins. 

I admire everyone who can commit to sleep training and just find a peaceful sleep pattern for their little ones. I don't care what method you use or your particular parenting philosophy, but if you can count on anything even remotely predictable in the sleep department, then send me your magic.

On a happier note, I was able to get her to nap in the bedroom just now with only a little fussing. The author says that a well rested toddler during the day makes for a better sleeper at night. (Who would've thought?)

Wish me luck as we attempt this new sleep situation. And send cookies. And valium.

"Woah, woah, woah," you may be thinking, "where are those photos you promised?"

Don't worry, I can never send you off without photos of my offspring.

Emma badger has just discovered the wonders of the slide and has almost got it figured out. By the way, PIGTAILS. Come on, just staaaahp.

Emma's new found obsession with shoes gives me all those warm and fuzzies. But it completely reminds me of this old YouTube video about shoes that I watched in college. I'm sorry for the reminder.

My dad, Paul, Emma, and I are going to a nice lunch today and I will be eating my feelings. 

Have a sleepy Saturday. 

 

What did I used to talk about?

Emma and I were taking some selfies this morning and I was overcome with an urge to write this little blurb that follows. I was just so happy in this moment that I wanted to share some thoughts with you. 

When I first started writing on this little blog of mine (or this space as some call it) I did not really understand what it meant. I started off on good old Tumblr and just reblogged pictures I enjoyed, talked about this and that, linked up my Instagram and voila, blog.

In the beginning, I talked about dental school, A LOT, and occasionally I received some questions about life as a dental student and newlywed. Voila, dental student slash wife blog. 

Later I started posting food and drink recipes, my random thoughts, advice about dental school, and this and that. Voila, dentistry slash lifestyle slash married blog.

When I found out I was baking a bun named Emma, I posted pregnancy updates, forays into pregnant dentistry life, and complaints about heartburn. Once she was born, I posted monthly updates, (almost) daily photos, and conversations with myself about motherhood, occasionally throwing in some dental stuffs now and again. Voila, lifestyle slash mom blog.

(Okay, I'll stop saying voila.)

But at the end of the day, I just write what I know. Since those early days, I have since moved on to Squarespace, invested in my own domain name, and annoy the stuffing out of my friends and family with my blog post updates on Facebook

I am continually inspired by the multitude of greater and more talented bloggers out there (especially the multiple children mom bloggers, you ladies ROCK). I love the dentist turned foodie blogs. I love the creative designers with a flare for the feminine. I love the hilarious women with their daily updates. I love the crafters, the fashionistas, the poets, the sarcastic, all of 'em.

Sap alert.

That is what has been so wonderful about my blogging experience. Substance and Soul has evolved with me. It reflects what is going on in my life right now, in this moment. It allows me to connect with people in similar and also not so similar circumstances. I get to chronicle my life and the adventures with my family whether it be for you, an audience of sorts, or for myself, years down the line when I want to remember what it was like in those earlier days. I have become more comfortable with my own blogging voice and I attempt to show true glimpses into my real life and my authentic self.

The sappiest.

What I do know is that Substance and Soul will always be my special place to share with you. I wish to keep this blog as an accurate reflection of my current state. I don't see myself narrowing or broadening my niche, because I truly believe this is a good old fashioned life blog. It reflects my life - whatever phase its in and wherever I end up.

And I hope you continue to share this place with me.

And her too, apparently.

VOILA.