Three Dog Night: My Failure to Find the “Perfect Pet”

There is a story behind the name of the well-known 1970s band “Three Dog Night.”  The girlfriend of one of the vocalists told this story to the band members:

On cold nights in Australia, Indigenous people would sleep in a hole in the ground, with a dingo curled up next to them to keep them warm.

A chillier night required two dogs.  And if it was freezing, it was a “three dog night.”

 

“Three Dog Night” should conjure images of warmth and loyalty.  For me, however, the phrase is one that pops into my head when More

Dog Days

About two years ago, I sat Stewart down to have a serious discussion.  Almost an argument, but not quite.  I had been pushing for a while to get a dog.  Stewart likes dogs, but he’s not a dog person.  However, I made it clear that in the near future we would have to get one.  I never imagined our family without a dog.  It was a dealbreaker.  (Okay, not really, but I didn’t feel I would be “complete” without a dog, and I didn’t want to have any resentment toward him).  Stewart’s main concern was that a dog was a huge responsibility, and would take up too much of our time.  We had two kids that required enough attention as it was, not to mention two cats as well.

Lily

You wanna get what, now? After making us suffer through the babies?

Tuna

Whatever. As long as I can still sleep.

 

I am a dog person.  I love dogs.  If I see a dog anywhere More

Tips, Must-haves, and Favorites (or, “How I like to deflect with humor”)

As I searched Pinterest tonight for “writing prompts for bloggers” (because you don’t ALWAYS want to hear about me being depressed and crazy, right?), I came across this:

Write On: August Blogging Prompts

Write On: August Blogging Prompts

 

Not quite my blogging “genre,” but let’s try it.  And yes, I know it’s September and not August.  Just roll with it.

1. Tips for getting organized for the new school year

Fret and worry.

Get mad at Pinterest for making me feel like a loser mom because I don’t cut my kid’s fruit into various shapes and skewer them together in ROY.G.BIV order, or create a masterpiece in a Bento Box.

Go to psychiatrist, obtain new prescription to stabilize mood.

(Reality check: My husband would shake his head and laugh, because all the above are true AND I also went to great lengths to prepare More

Because it’s Been a While

Yes, I’ve been writing.  Just not here.  Please forgive me.  The thing is, The Lorix Chronicles began from my need to get a lot of crud out of my head.  I hoped it would help at least one other person who was dealing with postpartum depression or just the regular trials of motherhood.  It’s helped me, and, I assume from the positive feedback I’ve received, that’s it’s helped others (and is still helping others) as well.

Which is why I feel embarrassed that I haven’t posted for about six months or so.  Oops.

Anyway, this is not an “important” post, but I did want to update the few of you who read The Lorix Chronicles.  I’m doing well.  My kids are great, I enjoy being a mom now, and I feel about as “normal” as I ever have – maybe even more so.  I told my aunt this morning that I really love my medication.  I may wean off of it at some point, but a conversation with my psychiatrist helped me see that the goal is not to wean off medication – the goal is to feel normal.  I’m there now, and I’m able to enjoy parts of  my life that I haven’t in a long time.  That makes me happy.

So, that’s my update.  Now, for your viewing pleasure, a few random photos from my lovely daughter, Beatrix.

Baby in a basket (don't worry, it's not a real baby)

She's really into words right now - though she was pretty sure this said "Subaru"

One of her "studio" pictures - she poses her stuffed animals for a photo shoot

Her brother trying to feed a cracker to the camera

I think this was another posed picture - a mom and baby, perhaps?

We ate lunch today at a restaurant where you can draw on the tables. Beatrix was being, shall we say, not so great. We were eating with my aunt and uncle and she kept griping "We don't even know these people. Why are they sitting with us?" I occupied her by letting her choose colors for me to draw her a castle. See, a year ago, I would've just ordered another Bloody Mary. Now I'm able to deal with the crankiness. Thank you, Zoloft. (Of course, the one Bloody Mary I did have was delicious).

So that’s that.  I’ll try to write some more soon.  Hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving!  I didn’t know if I could ever say this (and actually mean it), but I am so thankful to be a mom to my two awesome children.

Birth Stories: Making Peace

Disclaimer: This post goes into some detail about my children’s births. You have been forewarned.

Everyone who has ever given birth has a birth story. Women through the ages have sat down and shared this story with friends and family, sisters and daughters. Now, mothers are encouraged to write down everything they can remember about the birth of their child(ren). It’s a lovely idea – to be able to share this story with your child when he or she is older. I wanted to write one after I had Beatrix, but I was too busy to finish it. My doula, Holly, was kind enough to type a few pages about the events of the birth, and for that I am thankful.

Holly also wrote Milo’s birth story. Once again I wanted to write my own version, but never seemed to find the time. This week I found myself writing both of my children’s birth stories.

My labors and deliveries were “normal,” yet not what I expected at all. More

Good News: Breastmilk Doesn’t Sting the Eyes

I know my Postpartum Depression is getting better when my first reaction to this…

…was to grab the camera and then laugh hysterically. 

(Breastmilk and sweet potato spit-up, just in case you were wondering.)

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