Betsy
Betsy lives in Ridgefield with her husband, their adorable and active son the Little Monkey (born in February 2013), and a large, very furry dog. She is a professional fundraiser and amateur baby food puree chef. When she’s not crawling after the Little Monkey and stopping him from poking the dog in the eye, she loves to read, cook, and fold onesies while watching DVR’d episodes of Bravo reality shows.
Micromanaging Mommy
As a mom, especially one who stayed home from work all day with her baby for the first half-year of his life, I think I am inclined to be controlling. Actually, that’s a lie....
Expectations vs. Reality
“Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.”
― Alexander Pope
One of the steepest learning curves I have had as a mom is reconciling my expectations for how something is going...
A Morning at The Hickories
Last week, we spent some time at The Hickories, an organic farm in Ridgefield I'd visited before to shop at the farmstand and pick up a friend's CSA share, but this was our first...
Reading Round-Up
I am a lifelong lover of reading. When I was younger, my parents would have to yell at me to shut whatever book I was engrossed in at the dinner table; I devoured novels...
Happy Father’s Day!
Though we’re all about the mommies here at Fairfield County Moms Blog, with it being Father’s Day, it’s nice to take a moment and play tribute to the dads out there. They are our...
Reflections on a Year
I am writing this on the eve of my son’s first birthday. A year ago today, I was packing my bag to check into the hospital, where I would have my labor induced since...
Remembering the Pre-Mommy Girl
Way before the Little Monkey, when I was young and single, I lived with my friend in Boston. Destiny’s Child was HUGE then and would be playing every time we went out to bars...
Pumping at Work: Tips and Tricks
I have a love/hate relationship with my breast pump. When I first unpacked it from its box it seemed impossibly complicated – funnels and tubes and battery packs in an ugly nylon bag. There...
Our Scariest Rite of Passage Yet
As I sit down to write this post, I’ve gone back and forth on whether or not I want to share this experience. On the one hand, it was terrifying and therefore feels incredibly...
When Your First Born Isn’t Your First Child: Introducing the Baby to the Dog
Before I ever became a baby mommy, I was a dog mommy. Five years ago, my husband and I adopted George, a Great Pyrenees/Aussie Sheepdog mutt. On the way home from the shelter, I...