I never really thought about having a son. I was born to be someone’s mother, but I spent my whole life preparing for a daughter. I mean, I used to BE a little lady myself, so I was excited when we found out the gender of our first child. I was ready! I wouldn’t pink her over and cover her in princess tales, but I wouldn’t force her into tomboy pants either. Continue reading
Everyone is doing it, and we all know I am nothing if not a follower. You know what I’m talking about, that day of thanks through the month of November game. I’m going to throw in a couple of twists, though. Instead of writing every day and posting it for all to gloss over in their news feed read on Facebook, I’m going to post just once week and do it here on the website. Maybe you’ll read it. Maybe you won’t. Either way, I’ll remember in my moments of misery that there is a lot to be grateful for in this overwhelming life I’ve built for myself. Ready, set, go! Continue reading
Do you know what the worst part about raising kids is? The lack of communication.
Okay. It’s probably not the worst part (sleepless nights, lack of a social life, so much poop, and all that damn vomit), but I needed an opening line, so let’s run with it. Continue reading