Do you remember when you were little and December was the slowest month of the year because all you had to do was wait to collect your presents? Me too. Do you remember December 2011 being the fastest December ever because you’re now a grown-up and have a kid or two? Me too. It used to be “OMG, is…
Baby N is only 10.5 months old, so really I shouldn’t be thinking about having more babies. And it’s not that I’m thinking about having more babies really, it’s that I’m thinking about if I want to eventually have more babies. I’m wondering when I’ll know that I’m done.
This definitely falls under the category of things only time will…
“Mama? Maaaaaaammmmmmmaaaaaa!” yells P from her bedroom upstairs. I’m downstairs, in the kitchen. “Does this shoe go on this foot?”
“I have no idea, Honey, I can’t see you! Bring your shoes down here.”
And so it goes, day after day. No amount of explaining the curvature of shoes clarifies to P which shoe goes on which foot. She continues to…
I’m about a month and a half away from reaching my goal of pumping for a year for N. There are some days when I think, “Wow! Only 1 more month! That’s nothing!” and there are days when I think, “Ugh. A month?? That feels like a million years away.” Today I’m thinking the latter. I’m not thinking about…
I decided to make a batch of blueberry muffins for my brother and sister-in-law the other day. As all of the muffins I make for my family are made with almond flour, and as most people are like, “What is up with these muffins? They’re good, but they’re grainy and weird,” when they taste them, I needed a traditional…
This year, my family and I began a new November tradition: we’re each naming one thing that we’re thankful for before dinner every night. So far, it is pretty awesome.
Here is how it works:
We go around the table and name one thing for which we’re thankful.
We can list anything we want: a material possession, a…
Have you heard the news? The Bebe Gloton Breastfeeding Doll has reached the US. Oh my God. A doll that promotes a completely healthy, normal practice instead of just trendy clothes and extreme sexualization. Call the cops. Curse the democrats. We’re all going to hell.
Yeah, so, there are mixed feelings about this…