
Here’s a crazy fact: baby Ognen will be 1 year old in exactly two weeks. Seriously. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that time flew by; to everyone else around us – maybe; but when you’re somewhat stuck in a babycare rut, deep down buried under piles of diapers, layers of drool and a river of tears – no, it’s more like time stands still. But it is pretty wild, to think that a year ago the world still hadn’t met this feisty character of a baby that has forever changed our lives.
Yes, I’ve been thinking of sappy things like the above lately, when I get the chance to actually think about stuff. One good thing about still nursing a baby to sleep (even though he is now almost half my height which is crazy weird if you think about it) is the rare combination of 2 much-needed states: 1) quiet and 2) the inability to tackle something from my permanently mile-long task list; be it making baby food or some long overdue work thing or something as basic as showering. It is these 15-20 minutes right before Ognen goes down (well, at least for the next few hours) that are my only window of opportunity to just…well, to just BE.
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