Today* I was feeding my 3 month old baby a bottle. He was hungry, and he was downing it. But I stopped him halfway through to burp him because he has a tendency to get gassy. Like, screaming in pain, gassy. And he spits up so much we’re worried that he doesn’t get any nutrition. […]
It’s at once a glorious and heinous place to be.
It was a rough week in which I had to scale back in a few areas and try to just make it through doing the essentials. One of those essentials was taking time for my husband.
Ever since I became a mom 17 years ago, I’ve had an unofficial list of ideals that never actually materialized. I thought these mom ideals would make me and my kids happy. But I’ve realized over the years that these elusive “shoulds” aren’t really necessary to raising healthy, happy, children.
When that right one comes along, you don’t want to miss it, and thank goodness I didn’t.
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This week I tried really hard to “go with the flow.” Emphasis on the word “TRIED.”
Sometimes being a parent resembles being on drugs. If you don’t believe me, consider these ten signs you are either a parent or on drugs. Or both. #10 You actually wish you could take naps and go in time-out. #9 You have had snot/spit up/food on or in your skin/clothes/hair while in public. #8 You don’t […]
When I was a young mom with two kids I felt completely overwhelmed all the time. Not the normal exhausted and frazzled kind of overwhelmed, but the bawling my eyes out in the middle of the night, kind of overwhelmed.
Warning: graphic (disgusting) content. Do not read this if you are weak of stomach.