MUSINGS ON LIFE AND WRITING WITH SARAH BUCKLEITNER
What a wild three months, full of moving preparation, colds, our first ever camping trip as a family of four, cute baby goats and stormy toddler moods. Some things I'd like to remember: Lying under the stars in our sleeping bags, and Linden staring up at the red speck of Mars, far up above him, … Continue reading January, February, March
This kid's language is blossoming, and he cracks us up daily with the funny ways he puts concepts and words together. Some highlights: With my pregnancy, I've been extra exhausted lately, and as a result of picking up my slack, Jordan is also tired. It seems that L has noticed our fatigue. The other day … Continue reading Cute things L says, May 2021
(Written April 2021) Life feels very hard right now. Both on the small scale, and on the large scale. We're coming off of three days of little sleep, with a sick kid who has alternated between lethargic, screaming, and hyperactive. Linden had to go to the ER this weekend, and I couldn't come, because of … Continue reading No Particular Wisdom
Tomorrow will mark one month since the newest member of our family, baby Hollis, was born. When Linden was born, we went simple--we packed our bags with the bare minimum, and forewent many of the items that were listed as necessary on the hospital bag lists that I found. This time around, we knew what … Continue reading Hollis and the twinkly lights
When I was eighteen, my dad invented something called "slack leashing." Slack leashing is a sport involving one human, one dog, and a leash. You clip the leash on the dog like you're going to go for a walk, but instead of the human setting the pace, you have to allow the dog to set … Continue reading On Being Raised by Two Developmental Psychologists
My first weeks with L were blue skies and rainbows and sunshine. I loved everything about our life together under the roof of our little brick house--the midnight snuggles, wispy baby hair, long, lazy mornings all curled up in bed as a family. But there was a storm cloud looming on the horizon--I only had … Continue reading On Being a Working Mom
[Written about two weeks after L was born. Warning: this post is kinda graphic. Like mucus-plug graphic. Read at your own discretion] I’m sitting here with a snoring baby on my chest. He is warm and soft and heavy—the sort of soft, warm, heavy that is meant to be snuggled close. It’s one of the … Continue reading On Giving Birth
As a culture, we're obsessed with how much (...or how little) babies sleep. Babies who sleep a lot are pronounced good babies. Babies who wake frequently are thought of as difficult. And the first question new parents are asked--after divulging the weight, length and name of their new arrival--is "Are you sleeping?" Depending on your … Continue reading On Sweet, Sweet, Sleep
Being a parent is not what I expected. The word parent is so boring. So blasé. Commonplace, even. Before becoming one, I pictured ill fitting jeans, responsibility, and the exhaustion of serving up mundanity to my children day after live-long day. As far as words go, parent was the opposite of romance in my brain. It was … Continue reading On the Sweeping Emotions of Parenthood
When I was growing up, I loved to ask my parents questions about their lives. I was curious about everything: how they'd met. What adventures they'd gone on before we were born. If they knew they'd get married the first time they laid eyes on each other. Mostly, I was fascinated by their stories. But … Continue reading On the best day of my life
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