Motherhood seems to make it nearly impossible to keep and make friends. It's not that old friends aren't still amazing. But if they don't have children, it can be hard to find any common ground. Chances are non-parents and single women don't find discussions about teething and diapers very interesting.
I think my husband and my daughter's pediatrician are in cahoots. Before I elaborate, let me stress that I like our pediatrician very much. He's been practicing for more than 20 years and has raised five healthy children of his own. He previously served as chairman of Memorial University Medical Center's Department of Pediatrics and definitely seems to know his stuff.
I'm not cool. I listen almost exclusively to classic rock, and I cannot pass up a "Golden Girls" rerun marathon. I don't have a sophisticated cell phone, iPad, mp3 player, gaming console, GPS, TiVo or any other trendy electronic devices. Now, I'm not a total cave-dweller; I do have a computer, a simple cell phone, a television and a DVD player, but that's about it. And I'm fine with that.
Raising a baby is tough. I doubt that comes as a surprise to the hardworking parents out there. What many people fail to realize is that having a baby is even harder when new parents have no support network.
Coastal residents and out-of-state visitors alike converged on Riceboro to learn about the Geechee culture Saturday through exhibits, demonstrations, performances and music.
Savannah Feed the Hungry made an encore visit to Liberty County on Saturday and the charitable food distribution organization brought along a special guest: Naomi Barber King, sister-in-law of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
Liberty County Chamber of Commerce members put business matters aside for a few hours Friday night and enjoyed fresh food and the company of friends during the annual membership appreciation Lowcountry boil.
My husband and I have really been trying to watch our budget lately, which means no eating in restaurants or ordering takeout. I've always enjoyed cooking so, if time permits, I don't mind preparing dinner at home most nights. The thing that deters me is actually the cost.
The delectable smell of perfectly smoked and sauced pork, ribs and chicken lured area residents to downtown Hinesville on Saturday evening, where the ninth annual Blues & BBQ festival ran from 5-11:30 p.m. in the Liberty County Justice Center parking lot on M.L. King Jr. Drive.
Many things about government make no sense to me. That may just be because I'm not a government policy scholar … or it may be because some government guidelines really are, well, senseless.
The United Way of the Coastal Empire's Liberty County branch kicked off its portion of the organization's annual campaign Thursday evening by announcing a slightly increased fundraising goal of $181,000 - $1,000 more than last year's $180,000 goal.
I think I know why society is a bit screwed up – and it might have something to do with the Kardashian family and people like them. No, I am not an avid Kardashian fan. Until recently, I didn't even know the first names of the Kardashian family members (well, except for Kim because everybody knows her). But after seeing a clip of their ridiculous show, "Keeping Up with the Kardashians," I Googled them and did a bit of research.
Lisa Marra, owner of FraLi Gourmet, talked with a customer at the farmers market about her all-natural pasta and marinated vegetables, which she sold Thursday evening in Bradwell Park. Marra had never before set up shop at the Hinesville Farmers Market, but said she was enjoying her experience and plans to return.
I recently bought a new hair straightener (or flat iron - whatever you call it). It came with a pamphlet of info that included tips, suggestions, hairstyles and a 1-800 number to call in case the user runs into problems. The pamphlet didn't specify what kind of problems, which I found amusing. Do they mean if I have mechanical problems with the straightener? Or do they mean if I have problems styling my hair using the tips and tricks provided in the brochure?
A member of Rogers Tree Service's crew takes down limbs from a large willow oak tree Tuesday morning in downtown Hinesville's Bradwell Park. A portion of the park near the tree had been closed to the public as a safety precaution after the tree was struck by lightning last week. Liberty County Extension Coordinator Robert Bell and an arborist assessed the tree and advised the city to take it down because the structural integrity of the top of the tree had been compromised.
When it comes to parenting, there's a fine line between active participation and overinvolvement. That said, I am of the believe that moms and dads should take an interest in what their children are doing, from infancy into adulthood.
My daughter takes after her father in nearly every respect, especially when it comes to the traits and characteristics my husband exhibited as a child. From her sandy blonde hair to her blue eyes and left-handedness, Reese and Noell are two peas in a pod. I'd even go so far as to say she gets her fiery temperament from her dad, although I'm sure he'd say it's from me.
My daughter got her first dose of culture last week when my family took advantage of Super Museum Sunday to expand our horizons and learn a bit about regional history.
My 21-month-old daughter, Reese, is sweet, gentle and trusting. My husband and I have gone to great lengths to teach her not to express her emotions through toddler-like acts of violence - hitting, kicking and biting. As a result, she's mild-mannered and happy-go-lucky. So, it's easy to understand why I'd be particularly aggravated at the fact another child at Reese's day care seems to be working hard to undo all of our teachings.
The next big milestone on my parenting horizon isn't really something that's fun to talk about, let alone figure out how to handle. It's not a dinner-table conversation topic, but it certainly is a necessity - potty training.
Awhile back, I worked with a woman who was vocal about her belief that potential parents should have to pass a strict screening before welcoming children into the world. Although, from a purely scientific standpoint, there was no way to enforce my coworker's slightly far-fetched proposal, she maintained all human beings should be stripped of their fertility at birth and should have their ability to procreate returned to them in their mid-to-late 20s only if they meet certain criteria.
For months now, I've heard complaints about the current state of the U.S. health-care system, but until recently, I had no specific reason to be dissatisfied. Then, I started my search for a new pediatrician for my daughter and "got a taste of some bad medicine."
Recently, a co-worker who is fairly new to our staff here at the Courier made a comment that sent a wave of various emotions crashing over me.
My house just became a much more positive place. My husband and I usually do watch what we say when my daughter is around, but now I have iron-clad proof that she is always listening, watching and, more importantly, mimicking. Now that we know this, exclaiming, "Oh, fiddlesticks!" is about the only thing that is still permissible in our family.
I often think about how nice it would be to have a break from all my familial responsibilities for just one night. I dream of a quiet evening alone - no dinner to cook, no lunches to pack, no dishes to wash, no whiny pets to walk and feed, no toddler to bathe and put to bed, and no intermittent wakeups throughout the night to soothe said toddler, supply milk and coax her back to bed.
My daughter, Reese, started at a new day care two months ago. My husband and I had been pleased with her former day care until they went through several leadership changes, and the resulting policy alterations were disconcerting. The facility's lunch menu, which had been pretty healthy when we first enrolled Reese, took a turn for the worse - lots of processed, preservative-laden food; fruit drowning in sugary, heavy syrup; and snacks full of sodium and food dyes. No thanks!
My attempts at making more mom friends still are failing miserably. At this point, I'd probably try an online "matchmaking" site for women with children who are looking to befriend other women with children. Sort of like eHarmony, but with sippy cups and strollers. Actually, that sounds like a great idea because then I'd get to be very picky with my criteria, thus reducing the chances I'd get "matched up" with another mom I have absolutely nothing in common with, which has kind of been my problem so far.
Before I had a child, there were a few things I noticed parents doing that really annoyed me, and I swore I would never do those things if and when I became a mother. For the most part, I've been diligent about sticking to my guns.
The Internet is bad for me. I'm an obsessive worrier, and I've only gotten worse since the advent of search engines. I often think that if someone got a hold of my web-search queries, I'd end up an international laughing stock. Among the best last week: "Can you become addicted to nasal spray?" "Affects of eating slightly brown guacamole," "Can Tums cause kidney stones?" and "My cat ate cellophane."
I'm an apologetic person. Maybe it's Catholic guilt. Maybe it's just in my nature. But I do love to apologize - mostly for things that aren't my fault. My mother has always said I'd apologize for World War II if given the opportunity. She's right; I am sorry for that horrible global conflict, but not because I think I had anything to do with it. In general, I'm just sorry it happened. It's an empathetic type of apology.