About this blog
I'm Amy Gulli, the day metro editor at the York Daily Record/Sunday News. When I'm not at work, I'm mommy to two wonderful kids. My daughter, Samantha (in the photo above), was born in July 2003, and she quickly taught me that being a mommy is the hardest thing I will ever do in my life. Mr. Noah (in the photo below) was born on Christmas Day 2007, and HE quickly taught me to abandon all attempts at housekeeping.
Monthly Archives: November 2009
He’s definitely a lover
Babies and toddlers get up overnight for lots of reasons: to eat or drink (depending on the age), because of a dirty diaper that needs to be changed, because they’re afraid of the dark or had a bad dream. Why … Continue reading →
Solo sleeping and Santa
Sam recently reached the 30-night mark for sleeping in her own bed. It was rough going some nights, especially when she was sitting on her bed, her body all tense, sobbing that she just wanted someone to snuggle her and … Continue reading →
Aggravation and honesty
A few weeks ago, my husband started working 12-hour overnight shifts — 6 p.m. to 6 a.m. — seven days a week at TMI. The job lasts only until Dec. 26, thank goodness, but we pretty much aren’t going to … Continue reading →
Up, up and away
Noah has found the sky. Last night, on our way home, I heard Noah in the backseat saying, “Whoa! Mommy, ky! ky!” I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw he was pointing out the window, up toward the sky. … Continue reading →
Half-way safe
We stood in line for more than an hour, with Noah alternately hollering in my arms and running away as fast as his little legs could carry him. Sam wandered, playing with the belt from my jean jacket and trying … Continue reading →
Oh, he’s learning some tricks
One day last week, as I was cleaning all the rooms upstairs and returning furniture moved during our home-wreckage project to their proper places, little Mr. Noah was wandering around helping me. Except by “helping” I mean that he was … Continue reading →
My personal stylist
Noah helped me with my work ensemble today. I’ve got smushed Pop Tart on my left shoulder and the inside crook of my right elbow. I’ve also got a faint air of milk and brown-sugar Pop Tart, too — hmmmm, … Continue reading →
OK, I’m scared now
I’ll admit that, even in one of my recent posts, I’ve been a little snarky about swine flu. I mean, it’s a flu. People get the flu all the time. My household even had a collective bout of flu last … Continue reading →
