I am extremely soft-hearted when it comes to Riley. I don’t think twice about her sharing our bed when she wants to, lying down with her if she needs company to go to sleep, reading her a story when I’m trying to get work done or cuddling her through a tantrum. It’s not always convenient, somtimes it’s even boring (I challenge you to sit in a dark room for over an hour and not get at least a little bored) and it can be tiring. But I wouldn’t have it …

I always wondered why mothers’ had such a reputation for making their children feel guilty. And now I think I know why. Because you feel guilty ALL the freaking time. After a while it probably becomes second nature and eventually you just become good at it. I’m assuming anyway. I’m not actually at that point yet. I’m at the ALL the freaking time part. For example:
I let her eat a chocolate cupcake before lunch. Actually, if you read my blog, you are probably wondering if I give her anything except …

It was bloody hard work to get Riley to take the bottle. I started from when she was only little, because I knew at a certain point I was going to have to go back to work and I wanted to make sure that she could be fed by somebody else. At first she might not have liked it, but she put up with it (to a certain extent). I hated feeding her from a bottle as well, and I think this rubbed off on her a bit as well. …