Betsy
Betsy lives in Ridgefield with her husband, their adorable and active son the Little Monkey (born in February 2013), and a large, very furry dog. She is a professional fundraiser and amateur baby food puree chef. When she’s not crawling after the Little Monkey and stopping him from poking the dog in the eye, she loves to read, cook, and fold onesies while watching DVR’d episodes of Bravo reality shows.
Excess Baggage: Packing for a Trip with a Toddler
Do you remember that scene in Titanic where everybody is boarding the ship and the baggage is being loaded? Enormous amounts of steamer trunks, suitcases, hatboxes, and even cars are piled onto the ship....
The Two Kinds of “No”
Toddlerhood indeed brings on a whole new world of behavior – and misbehavior. A few choice milestones my son has recently hit: first time yanking on the dog’s tail, first time smacking a plastic...
Welcoming the Newest Members to Our Mom Tribe
Recently, I’ve had a couple of friends become first-time moms, bringing me back to my earliest days with my son. Those first few weeks were intense and exhausting; I remember them so clearly. As...
Creating a Playroom in a Shared Space
We live in a fairly small house. Our living area is an open-plan living room, dining room, and kitchen area. The bedrooms are down a hall off of that. There are no extra spaces...
Happy Groudhog Day
In the movie Groundhog Day, Bill Murray’s character gets stuck in a time loop. He’s forced to live the same day over and over; no matter what he does – good or bad –...
My Farewell to Breastfeeding
My relationship with breastfeeding did not begin easily. I remember being in the hospital, trying to get the Little Monkey to latch. Every nurse had a different explanation for the “right way.” This meant...
Adventures in Babysitting
We are fortunate to have family nearby. One set of grandparents lives next door to us, and one just an hour away in New York City. Since my son was born almost fifteen months...
Anyone Else Want to Slow Things Down?
This morning, my son managed to tip his bouncer over. I’ll start by saying he is perfectly fine. A little startled but not a scratch to be found on him. It was a real...
Micromanaging Mommy
As a mom, especially one who stayed home from work all day with her baby for the first half-year of his life, I think I am inclined to be controlling. Actually, that’s a lie....
Expectations vs. Reality
“Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.”
― Alexander Pope
One of the steepest learning curves I have had as a mom is reconciling my expectations for how something is going...