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    • Parenting Guru: Is sleep training inevitable?

      "Don't do it," people warned us throughout my pregnancy. "You'll want to, but don't rock him to sleep. If you do, he'll never be able to fall asleep on his own." Terrified of this dreaded consequence, we followed these instructions exactly. I nursed him and put him in his bassinet, where he fell asleep promptly.

      But when he was 7 weeks old, he developed colic. The cure? Bounce him to sleep in our arms. Sing to him. Let him sleep sitting up. Whatever it took. He kept waking up, and when he didn't need to nurse, we would gently bounce and sing to him until he closed his eyes. Then, we'd carefully lay him in his crib, trying not to wake him. Sometimes, our little boy didn't want to lie down, so we had to put him in his chair and rock him until he slept. Sometimes, we co-slept. I have to admit, I loved cuddling, but I knew all these variations of sleep had to stop eventually.

      By four months, the colic had improved, but bedtime was a disaster. We'd fallen into the bedtime hole.

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    • Parenting Guru: 17 again; A letter to my high school crush

      In the spirit of Valentine's Day, we were asked to write a letter to our childhood crush. I chose my high school crush. It may have been years ago, but I still remember all the butterflies.


      Hey- I smiled at you today. Did you notice? I think so. You kind of half-smiled back. It was that head tilt/thin lipped thing you do that's not as good as the full mischievous smile I love so much.

      Anyway, it was in the hall on my way to social studies. You don't really notice me in the hallway, not when you're busy laughing and being loud, having some important conversation with some beautiful and popular girl. You know, the kind of girl who goes to dances in short skirts and participates in things like yearbook and Saturday morning car washes.

      On Saturday mornings, I'm at marching band practice. Well…so are you, actually. But somehow, you make that activity seem oh-so-much cooler. You notice me then. I think you have to because we're the only two people marching backwards. Everyone

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    • Parenting Guru: 5 things I wish for my son

      We all want the same things for our children: love, laughter, health, a healthy earth and happiness. We want them to have opportunities, to appreciate and spend time with family, to be good people, and for their talents to grow and shine. We want them to have success, to work hard and stay humble, to succeed professionally but be loved for who they are and not what they do. We want them to be independent and strong but also loyal and kind, to love fiercely and live compassionately. Of course, I want all these things for my son, but I have a few more hopes for him on my wish list.

      1. A beautiful, gut-wrenching and romantic love. There is nothing like true love. It tugs at you in a way that you never knew existed. You begin to breathe for new reasons, you hope for impossible things, and you begin to weave your life in a new, unexpected direction. I want my son to know what it's like to live for somebody's smile, to jump with anticipation when the phone rings, to feel electric

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    • Parenting Guru: Perfectionism is the downfall of the holiday season

      This post was probably re-started six times. And as I looked at the blank computer screen on yet another day, it finally dawned on me. As with all things in my life, I am being way too much of a perfectionist. And in this particular situation, it couldn't be more ironic. How do I write a post on easing up on holiday stress when I'm putting pressure on myself to write the perfect blog post? Ha!

      At this moment, I look at my holiday cards and address labels piled on the hassock in the family room. Just yesterday, I was analyzing those cards, debating whether or not to re-order them. Isn't the color a little off? Should I have chosen a different photo? Do I have time to re-order them and still mail them before Christmas? The answer is no, I don't. But then I did anyway. What's wrong with me? Why do I always put so much pressure on myself? Does everything have to be the best? The most perfect? The most thoughtful?

      Aaah, perfectionism. The downfall of the holiday season.

      Being

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    • Parenting Guru: Finally thankful for my imperfections!

      In my twenties, I spent the small amount of disposable income I had on my wardrobe. I have since accumulated boxes of designer shoes, a couple of elaborate ball gowns, and piles of blouses, pants, skirts and accessories. This morning, while my four month old finally napped for longer than twenty minutes, I began one of my favorite tasks; swapping summer clothes out for winter clothes.

      Putting away the tight tanks I never got to wear this year, I only briefly thought of the time I spent in baggy dresses and high waist skirts; easy clothes to wear after my June c-section. Next, I pulled out the fitted v-neck sweaters, J. Crew cardigans and boot cut dress pants, wondering if I'll fit into them this winter. I can't even remember a body that slim or that fit. My fingers traced the gold buttons of a perfectly folded, especially beautiful argyle sweater. I'd forgotten I owned such a magnificent piece.

      Ironically, even with a decadent wardrobe, I still spent the majority of my

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    • When you give an engineer a recipe, you get perfection. That's why my husband baked his challah bread into a perfectly braided circle like the picture in the cookbook, and mine looked like a lopsided, coiled snake.

      "It won't matter," he said. "None of our guests know what this stuff is supposed to taste like, let alone look like. Don't worry."

      He was right. Each year on Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, my husband and I plan a party. Being a military family, we almost never live near extended family. So when we first got married, we started inviting neighbors over for a traditional Rosh Hashanah celebration. Some years they were people we barely knew, and other years, they were great friends. When our son was born, the tradition became even more important. Jewish holidays are difficult to celebrate; they often fall on weekdays and sometimes it's impossible to get the day off work. But we view this as a challenge, not a disappointment. As he grows, our son will know the new

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