Thursday, July 26, 2012

A Woman in her Thirties Gets Magical. Again.

Twenty months ago, I was a woman in her thirties newly inducted into the whole 'Mom' business.  I relied heavily on my many baby books to get me through the eat-less days and sleep-less nights.  And by 'relied on' I mean 'allowed myself to be crushed by'.  Every book made me feel like I was doing something wrong.

Until the Magical Suit:

Anna, December 2010

The Magical Suit was the only thing Anna slept in for about four months.  Every nap, every night.  I don't know if it was the snuggly hood or the swaddling-without-swaddling feel.  What I do know is that without the magical suit(s), I would have been sunk.  

I thought it was a fluke.  A funny story I could tell her potential suitors (when she's allowed to date, which is to say when she is forty.  Or so.).  

Then I wrote this post last week, about how Aaron was such a good baby.  I knew while I was typing it that I was probably jinxing myself, but then I thought, 'Nah.  A woman in her thirties doesn't believe in jinxes.'

WRONG.  Let's just say that the couple of nights that followed that post were... brutal.  So what did I do?  I pulled out the magical suit.  And...

Yup, my son is wearing a pink magical suit.  I dare you to have a problem with that.

This one wasn't quite as magical for Anna.  It's magically delicious for Aaron.

A woman in her thirties really shouldn't toot her own horn, but this is an exception.  I am sleeping in 3-4 hour chunks at night, and by newborn definition that makes me THE SMARTEST MOTHER ALIVE.  Summer, winter, fall, or spring, all babies need a magical suit.  Magical suit means magical Mom.  And magical Mom is... magical.  


  1. WHERE is the link to one I can purchase. Revise this post. Now. Pretty please.

  2. He looks so sweet!

  3. I heart every one of those pictures...and the magical suit!

  4. I heart every one of those pictures...and the suit!

  5. You crack me up and absolutely deserve to toot your own (genius) horn :)