Dear Milo

Dear Milo,

I have decided that you are the cutest baby boy on the planet.  Your handsomeness overwhelms me and I love your spirit and charisma.  But there are a few things we need to talk about, li’l Bub.

I don’t know how many times you woke me up in the middle of the night this week. I lost count. Do you think you could stop doing that soon?  Or maybe learn a word. Like “Daddy.”

You started walking last week.  There have been a lot of bumps, bruises and crying.  True, you are twenty-three pounds of awesomeness, but More


And They’ll Know We are Mothers by Our Guilt

My father came to me with an idea when I started The Lorix Chronicles.

“You should write about natural health and cloth diapers and that sort of thing.”

My mind flashed back to two years ago, when my daughter was a year and a half. I wanted to start a blog called Informed and Aware, about cloth diapers,vaccinations,breastfeeding and the many choices we have as parents. I was going to help people become informed…and aware. Even with the load of parenting magazines and books about parenting, I thought parents were uninformed and unaware.

“Dad, there are a lot of blogs and websites like that already. I think I’ll just stick to what I’ve been writing.”

“But you use cloth diapers and homeopathic medicines and all of that. I think people would want to know more about it.”

“No, Dad. Parents get that stuff shoved down their throats all the time. They don’t need more of it.”

What I meant to say was “I don’t need more of it.” I’ve had enough. More

Sleep Deprived and Over the Edge

From last August until present, Milo has not been sleeping well and, therefore, neither have I. Up until last October, he never had a schedule or routine. Taking advice from a friend in my postpartum support group, I read the book The Baby Whisperer Solves all Your Problems, written by a British woman named Tracy Hogg. The author’s philosophy is to teach your baby to put himself to sleep. You don’t let him cry it out, but you don’t rock or hold or nurse him until he falls asleep in your arms. I liked that she took a middle-of-the-road approach, so I decided to try it.

I put him on a schedule in order to teach him how to nap during the day and sleep during the night, but I didn’t stick to the Baby Whisperer’s philosophy, which may be why he’s not sleeping through the night (she guarantees it works!). I don’t have the patience to pick-up and put-down my child for an hour while he cries. During the middle of the night. Multiple times. For several nights (two weeks, maximum!). I have learned some ways to get him back to sleep More

That Mom

I’m in my early twenties, doing my grocery shopping at Meijer. In line in front of me is a woman with two children. A baby girl, maybe a year old, is sitting in the grocery cart, sucking on the cart and getting drool everywhere. She has a snotty nose. Her older brother, around three years old, is fingering all the candy bars.

“Mom, I need this. It’s my favorite.”

The mother ignores him and continues to unload the cart onto the belt.

The little boy falls to the floor again and begins to scream.

“Mom! I need the M&M’s! I need them! I’m going to get them!”

“Get up right now!” she says in an audible whisper, teeth clenched.

“I’m not getting up! I want the M&M’s! We’re getting the M&M’s!” He continues to lay on the floor.

Mom grabs him by the arm, yanks him up and swat! She strikes him on the bottom.

“You need to be quiet right now! We are not getting the M&M’s!”

He stands silent for a brief second, then lets out a never-ending wail.

I try not to look. I’m looking at the magazine rack. I can’t believe she just spanked her kid in the store. That’s so trashy.

I’ve seen it before and I can just imagine that kind of mom at home with her kids. You know, she’s the type that sits around watching TV while her children run around with no supervision or discipline. That’s why her kids are little brats. No one has taken the time to discipline them.

Yes, I am able to deduce from the little snippet of her life that I’ve seen here at the grocery store that this mom is a bad mom. More

Welcome to The Lorix Chronicles!

My name is Amanda. I am a thirty-something wife and mother living in West Michigan. I’ve been married to my husband Stewart since 2005, and we have two children. Beatrix was born in May of 2007 (she’s currently 3 years old) and Milo was born in March of 2010 (he’s currently 9 months old).

This blog is an honest look into my life, which at the moment is consumed with mothering, so I suppose this is a “mommy blog.” Like all moms, I have good days and bad days, and like the twenty percent or so who have postpartum depression, I also have horrendous days. I have amazing support through my family and friends, but some days I feel completely alone.

Writing is an amazing creative outlet for me. I am able to reflect on all the meaningful, stressful, ridiculous, fun, exciting, boring, humorous, frightening and life-changing experiences that come with motherhood. I love sharing my stories and I have found solace in knowing that others have experienced what I’m experiencing now. My story is not like everyone’s, but I have this nagging feeling there are people who will relate, whether they are parents or not. I created this blog for those people.

I’ll have some more posts coming soon, and plan to post at least once a week.  I’d love to know more about you. Are you a parent? If so, do you find it easy? Hard? Funny? Stressful? Do you have postpartum depression or know someone who does? Come on in, say hello and leave a comment! Don’t forget to subscribe to emails so you can be the first to read new posts from The Lorix Chronicles.

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