It’s been a really trying few weeks. I’ve been on the verge of tears multiple times, trying to keep my shit together for one reason or another. I’ve got to give my husband and parents credit too. My husband has been holding a lot on his shoulders, and my parents have helped co-parent when I [...]
Let Love Be Stronger Than Hate
When I dreamt of having kids, it was always a daughter. She was always this bright girl I would raise, who would be active and smart and kind. I got pregnant, and I felt it deep in my soul, it had to be a girl. And it was. I never dreamt that having a girl [...]
Wearing My Rose-Colored Glasses
It’s been two weeks… I know I should write more often, but this is where I’m at right now. In those two weeks, we’ve had a handful of genuine tantrums. The first one over chapstick that I mentioned last post. The next one at a restaurant we’ve been to a handful of times. And Ainsley [...]
Toddlerhood – We Have Arrived
Every single stage. Every single milestone or new word. Every new food or skill she tries. It’s all progress toward her growing up. Which spirals into her leaving me, her going to college, getting married, having her own kids. And then my happiness and excitement about her development turns into sadness about her leaving me. [...]
Bikini Bod No More
We’re about halfway through summer, but still many weeks of pool parties and outdoor events until Savannah cools down at the end of September. And I’m still struggling with my post-baby body, even though my baby is a full-blown toddler. I even asked my OBGYN a few weeks ago about how to lose the “pouch” [...]
Carried by Daddy’s Feet
As Father’s Day approaches, I wanted to remember that his whole parenting thing is a partnership. I write about me and my own parenting highs and lows, but it’s not always about me (though my lovely hubs would beg to defer). With Ainsley being our first and only, and her being 17 months old, we’re [...]
Confessions of a Squirrel
I need to admit something. I’m a bit of a hoarder, but not in the sense that I avoid throwing away newspapers and shit like that. More like, I seem to squirrel away outfits and shoes, fancy stationary and wrapping paper, candles. And for what? I don’t know. It’s not that I won’t throw stuff [...]
Chick Rules the Roost 