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.
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.
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 […]
Warning: graphic (disgusting) content. Do not read this if you are weak of stomach.
When things get really heated, feelings are hurt, emotions are running high, and nothing you do or say can get them to stop going at each other’s throats, there’s one thing I do that stops it in it’s tracks.
I baked the cake according to package directions, stuck a knife in just to be sure it was done, let it cool while I did dishes for a couple of hours (broken dishwasher) and began to frost the cake.
That’s when all hell broke loose.
Since I became a mom 17 years ago, I find myself saying the same things over and over and over again. Like, a lot. All the freaking time. There are things that I always say as a mom that I just keep on repeating and probably will until the day I die because only moms […]
What if you had no birth experience at all?
Before I had kids I spent a lot of effort making Sundays special. All that changed when I had kids.