aka 2 year olds are jerks. Whoops. You think that’s not an appropriate thing for me to say? Well.. let’s just go to the tape.. “Jack you are my best friend.” -Me “No. Dad is my best friend.” -Jack Throws his milk cup at the dog to show me he means business. To illustrate his […]
Read MoreWhen I was 15 months pregnant with Ben it was June and hot. Since it was our first human, I had no other responsibilities in my life. I just had to go to work and then lay in my air conditioned bedroom for the rest of the time. Well leaving sometimes to get in the […]
Read MoreHot dog hot dog hot diggity dog. Now we’ve got ears, it’s time for cheers. Oh the Mickey Mouse club house! How I currently loathe you. We don’t even watch a lot of TV. But when it’s 5 PM and I’m trying to cook dinner and every one is trying to climb back up in […]
Read MorePeople are generally very kind to pregnant women. Now even though that is a true statement there are certain groups of people that mean well, but they just don’t understand. These people may be male, never have been pregnant, or have been pregnant so long ago that they forget, or they could just be rude […]
Read MoreSTRETCHING FEELS SO GOOD WHEN YOU ARE PREGNANT! I always felt 100% better at the yoga studio than sitting on my couch. I can’t speak for every yoga studio, but mine has a very good energy. People are positive and happy and chatty. Every one all jacked up on endorphins and encouraging each other. There […]
Read MoreHave you ever seen the show “I didn’t know I was pregnant” on the Learning Channel? It is a guilty pleasure of mine. Something my sister and I could watch in our pajamas and unleash a fury of sarcasm on. Now in all fairness, there are medical anomalies. There are rare and random circumstances. I […]
Read MoreI came home from work at 10 PM and climbed in my sons crib. I lay down with him. He opens a sleepy eye and smiles and says, “oh hi Mama.” Then curves his little body into mine. He could be an olympic level spooner. I rub my face into the back of his […]
Read MoreSomebody’s Mother – Mary Dow Brine (1816-1913) The woman was old and ragged and gray And bent with the chill of the Winter’s day. The street was wet with a recent snow And the woman’s feet were aged and slow. She stood at the crossing and waited long, Alone, uncared for, amid the […]
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