About Me

In my house we call a pacifier a 'Binky'. My husband affectionately calls it the Binkytown, as in: Where's your Binkytown? Time to go to Binkytown, etc.

Out of curiousity, I looked for the definition of a Binky in the dictionary; there is none. Not finding Binky, I looked up 'Pacifier' and found this:

"n 1: someone who tries to bring peace [syn: conciliator, make-peace, peacemaker, reconciler] 2: device used for an infant to suck or bite on [syn: comforter, baby's dummy, teething ring]."

Now the second part, everybody knows about. The first part seems obvious, but surprising to read after only associating a pacifier with something you give a child for all these years. Suddenly the light bulb went on! This all makes perfect sense! I AM a pacifier - a classic Libra who craves equilibrium. Anyone reading this with children will know having a baby is the exact opposite of that, so maybe that's why my first year of motherhood (in my mid thirties) has felt like such a challenge.

Im starting this blog for the same reason lots of women do. To capture these extraordinary snapshots of this life that changes so quickly and to try and hang on while the ground is constantly shifting under me.

My supporting cast consists of my husband who is fabulous and very handy and our funny curly haired boy, fourteen months old, (un)officially in the terrible twos.

Binkytown is this in-between place where I spent most of the past year; having this strange sensation of having one foot in my life-before-baby and the other in a new place where I was now a mother and literally everything had changed. It wasn't a bad place to be, but it was a different place, to be sure. These are tales from Binkytown.