I do it my way

Sometimes I agree with my mom. Sometimes I agree with my MIL.

Sometimes I disagree with both.

I'm not fond of putting Merrick asleep in his crib. It doesn't work most of the time, and after 3 times of re-settling him to sleep I usually give up and keep him in bed with us. You see, I'm actutaly tired and need some sleep too.

I breastfeed, and want to do so for as long as Merrick keeps interest in it and that I feel good doing so; Last week we had nipple confusion, it's okay now, and no mom, I won't just "feed him bottle then! You give yourself so much trouble!". I give my baby what's best. Isn't it worth the trouble?

Yes, unknown lady. I've just arrived in this café where you happen to be as well. I certainly am unpacking my toddler from the stroller and my newborn from the wrap. I do take a lot of space. We will eat here, right next to you. I will command today's menu with a toddler at my feet and the baby in my arm. I will ask the cashier to bring the cabaret at our table, I will give my toddler a cookie while she eats the main dish none-the-less, and I will let my baby on it's snow suit on the table while we teeth-equipped people eat. I may breastfeed him right there on the table as well. And I will let my toddler drink from a mug.

And you will be surprised how little screams you've heard. And you'll see me dress my babies, without help, for a good 10 minutes, all alone. And off we'll be.


I'm sorry, dear MIL, that our home is far from being shiny clean. I don't even try too. Yes, I'll let the dishes unwashed for more than a day, and yes, those cloth will remained unfolded, in the basket, likely until they are all being worn again and back into the dirty cloth basket for another round.
Yes, I'm sewing instead.
It makes me happy.

My way is the best way for me. With all those people I take care about, it's the least I can do.

For me.