{"id":8202,"date":"2012-07-03T12:32:15","date_gmt":"2012-07-03T12:32:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/?p=8202"},"modified":"2020-09-30T15:06:22","modified_gmt":"2020-09-30T19:06:22","slug":"8202","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/2012\/07\/03\/8202\/","title":{"rendered":"Kids and Dogs"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>One of the things I like most about being a mom to a three year old is reading to her the books I read to my 15 year old, when he was a baby.<\/p>\n<p>There is something about the passing of time-of things changing yet some things remaining the same.<\/p>\n<p>I strive to be the same mom for her that I was for him. It&#8217;s not always easy, there are two kids in between that need my attention too&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p>But then I think about both my grandmas- that had big families, way bigger than mine. Both of them had their last baby in their 40&#8217;s. That&#8217;s a big stretch of babies and kids- starting in their 20&#8217;s. I wonder if they thought about how their parenting changed over the years&#8230; I know for me- who had my first two kids in my 20&#8217;s- well things are different now- on so many levels.<\/p>\n<p>Frequently I think about where were when the first two were little (grad school) and how things are so different now. Not better, not worse- just different. More financial security, less time together.<\/p>\n<p>But this big family love? It&#8217;s in my genes- no doubt about it. And I love that.<\/p>\n<p>Some of the best dads I know came from big families or produced big families of their own. Andy and I were talking about it the other day- you have to be a good people person (which makes you good at business person) if you have a big family. You have to be laid back, a problem solver, you need good PEOPLE skills.<\/p>\n<p>Right before we left Ohio one of my fave dads up there said &#8220;I love kids- I would take a ton. And dogs. Kids and dogs- its what it&#8217;s all about&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>I couldn&#8217;t agree more.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>One of the things I like most about being a mom to a three year old is reading to her the books I read to my 15 year old, when he was a baby. There is something about the passing of time-of things changing yet some things remaining the same. I strive to be the same mom for her that I was for him. It&#8217;s not always easy, there are two kids in between that need my attention too&#8230;. But then I think about both my grandmas- that had big families, way bigger than mine. Both of them had their last baby in their 40&#8217;s. That&#8217;s a big stretch of babies and kids- starting in their 20&#8217;s. I wonder if they thought about how their parenting changed over the years&#8230; I know for me- who had my first two kids in my 20&#8217;s- well things are different now- on so many levels. Frequently I think about where were when the first two were little (grad school) and how things are so different now. Not better, not worse- just different. More financial security, less time together. But this big family love? It&#8217;s in my genes- no doubt about it. And I love that. Some of the best dads I know came from big families or produced big families of their own. Andy and I were talking about it the other day- you have to be a good people person (which makes you good at business person) if you have a big family. You have to be laid back, a problem solver, you need good PEOPLE skills. Right before we left Ohio one of my fave dads up there said &#8220;I love kids- I would take a ton. And dogs. Kids and dogs- its what it&#8217;s all about&#8221;. 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