rules are meant to be broken

Money well spent

I am a planner. I had our children’s names (and their order of birth – Julia, Clay, Coco) plotted out before we were married. But if I’ve learned anything since having a baby (a boy and about two years before we’d intended) it’s to be flexible. From the time Clay was born my best laid plans have been steadily flying out the window, now nothing more than past proof of my naivety.

For instance:

He Will Only Be Exposed To Classical Music

The Baby Einstein playlist lasted for a little while. But then Scott started playing him Vampire Weekend during the late nights, and now I’m humming Allison Krauss for lullabies. Our RockabyeBaby Rush album is a sort of compromise – the best of both worlds. Or maybe not.

Breastfeeding Only

Breast milk is absolutely the healthiest, most natural, best source of nutrition, and it boasts countless benefits. But sometimes Mama just needs a gin and tonic.

No Toys Allowed In The Living Room

This rule lasted until we discovered the baby swing. Because I don’t even care how much room that beautiful, brilliant invention takes up.

We Will Have Three Children

Yeah, not after that birth. Sorry, Coco.

I always want to do what is best for my baby. But if I have to bend the rules a little and forego some of the plan, we may both be the better for it. 

-Eleanor 

Note From Scott: I fear listening to Rush will make Clay predisposed to copious recreational drug use.