All posts by Heather Bogolyubova
24 – just as exciting as the Fox version, but without Keifer Sutherland and a lot more puke.
6:00 am He’s up, a little earlier than normal but not unusually early. Still, I’m walking dead, so I make him a bottle and lay down in bed with him, hoping to lull him back to sleep. This has never worked and continues to not work on this day. I hand him the iPhone. 6:30 […]
The Flu, The Emergency Room and The Hurricane
Some of you might recall that I began this post a month or so ago, as the first in a two part riveting tale of a mother, the flu and her toddler. I never did get around to wrapping that story up, in part because of a minor emotional glitch, which I’ve detailed in my […]
Disappearing Act
Where did I go? When will Part II of my riveting flu memoir debut? Have I been kidnapped? What the hell am I talking about? You didn’t even notice I was gone? I was kind of gone. And very, very disillusioned. About three weeks ago, the story of Marina Krim and her poor children LuLu […]
Three really bad days. Part one.
” I feel a little warm. I think. Do you think?” I press Alex’s hand to my face. ” Hmmm…a little warm, yeah. What did the thermometer read?” ” 98.7″ ” That’s not a fever.” ” I know, I’m just a little nervous, I mean with you guys leaving and I’m a little warm.” ” […]
Can’t Stay at Home Mom
It’s 7am, and Luka and I are already sitting in our favorite diner, waiting for pancakes. He’s still in his spooky skeleton Halloween pajamas. Later, after a nap, we’ll hit the road for drive through coffee, maybe a visit to Papa at the hospital. Late afternoon- what, the batteries died in that toy that he […]
The Other Mother: Amanda Pate- The one who left the hospital without her babies.
Amanda Pate is a working mom and wife- and a blogger! www.lessonsfromthemamahood.blogspot.com. Check it out, it’s very funny. She’s a reader from Old Town, Maine, where she lives with her husband Alex and their two boys, Austin, 4.5 and Benjamin, 2. Luka and I visited Amanda and her family on a very rainy August evening. […]
Worst Mother of the Summer
That would be me. In my defense, this is really more of a Worst Moment as a Mother……of the Summer. It’s one of those situations that, while you understand that you didn’t really do anything wrong, or dangerous, the what-ifs relentlessly plague you. Those of you who are germaphobes, you may want to fill your […]
What I did on my summer vacation
Stuff my son has put into other things. A photo journey.
I looked everywhere for these! Couldn’t imagine how I’d managed to lose pajama bottoms. A baby Teva in the dishwasher? Might not be a bad idea……. Can’t find the tarragon for your recipe? Look in the bookcase. Duh. This kid is industrious. Must have been up on his tippy, tippy toes to pull this one […]