You Mean… I’m Not The Only One??

The blogging world is a glorious thing - a thing that I am just now discovering. I wrote my first blog back in 2008, right before I got pregnant. We all know how that turned out for me. I could hardly stay alive on a day to day basis, never mind write about it. I mean, what would I have blogged about? "Ooopps! Puked Again!" "Yep, I'm Still a Fat Whale!" "No, That is NOT a Pumpkin Under My … [Read more...]

The Anxieties of a Mom

I've never been a crier. I prefer to keep everything bottled up while telling myself that I'm "tough" and I put on a brave face when I'd rather lay in bed and die. I'm not saying it's the best way to deal, but that's how I deal. Actually, I should say that how I USED to deal because since I've become a mom, everything has taken on a new meaning. This change started when I was pregnant. Yes, I … [Read more...]

Dirty Thirty: Part VI (Conclusion)

His back was hairy, his skin wrinkled and eyes squinted almost shut. I was laying on the Transformers-like delivery bed (seriously... the way the bottom of it folds down and the stirrups come out...) and looking to the right at my newborn son, "Boy A". We didn't officially have a name for him yet, so he was "Boy A" for the first couple hours of his life. We had a few names in mind, but after a … [Read more...]

This is Blake.

This is Blake.   My "Nugget". My "Milk Banshee". My "Little Wild-Saurus."  My 19 month old son. My husband, Ken, and I were never going to have kids. No. We were going to be foot loose and fancy free, drive new German cars, hang out at Starbucks drinking $5 coffees, and balk at our friends who were tied down to their little terrors. No milk stains on my couches, no crayon art pieces … [Read more...]