Those who have been following my journey know that I have wanted a third child for years, but the timing never seemed quite right. Eventually, my husband… Read more “There Is A Special Place In Hell for the First Trimester”
Author: Stacy DeMarco
He Can Just Be So Difficult Some times!
For the past year or so, my husband and I have tried to find an activity that can hold my five year old son’s interest and attention.… Read more “He Can Just Be So Difficult Some times!”
May Everyday Feel As Good As His Birthday
Yesterday, my second grader came home from school beaming. He was so excited to tell me that he received the scores of his winter reading test, and… Read more “May Everyday Feel As Good As His Birthday”
To Hell With “New Year, New Me”
This past week, my social media feed was a buzz with the New Year goals and resolutions of my friends and family. Some were planning to eat healthier,… Read more “To Hell With “New Year, New Me””
Should We Talk About Trying to Conceive?
I want another baby. And, no, not just in the hypothetical, “wouldn’t it be nice if…” type of way. I want another baby in the practical, full… Read more “Should We Talk About Trying to Conceive?”
His Brother’s Shadow
My youngest son started Kindergarten five weeks ago. He was one month away from his fifth birthday—a peanut in my book—and separating from us at drop-off time… Read more “His Brother’s Shadow”
My Life in 12 Photos
I have to come to realize that we all have some type of madness lurking in our homes now, and am learning to just laugh about the insanity of it all So, here is what life is like in my house. Hopefully, you can relate.
A Letter to My Baby on the Eve of Kindergarten
You will make new friends. You will learn new things. You will listen to new stories. You will create. You will recite all the letters and count all the numbers. You will eat lunch in a gigantic cafeteria. You will play on the play scape at recess. You will laugh. You will cry. But most of all, you will be okay. And, so will I.
Raising Little Humans
Just as I know that their bad days are not reflective of who they are, they know the same is true for me. They see all the good and all the bad in me, on my best days and my worst, and still love me fiercely, wholly, and are ready to pounce on any one who dare criticize me … even when that critic is me.
The Dog(gone) Days of Summer
In fact, I find that most Mondays I return to work more exhausted than when I left on Friday. Sure, part of it is that we are trying to cram too much fun into each weekend, but another part of it is simply that “relaxing” activities of my carefree, childless days now require significantly more energy and work in order to be successful (or survive).
