Category Archives: Kids

Oh Sister: The Outtakes

One of the funniest parts about the whole needing someone to go to breastfeeding class in case my sister is too overwhelmed to remember anything the day of delivery (besides that) was my Mom. Apparently Erin did not know that she was a formula baby. We all were. My Mom cut her baby feeding teeth

Oh Sister

I’m supposed to leave my sister’s breasts out of this. So I’ll be a good sister and obey. But when you send an e-mail asking if I’d be available to accompany you to a breastfeeding class as your Breast Feeding Support Partner (BFSP), you might as well have said a priest and a rabbi walk

The Centipede: Not Just A Fun Dance

You can’t have a good day everyday. If you did then you wouldn’t notice that they were good because you’d have nothing to compare them to. Bad days exist for the sole purpose of giving you context for the good ones. I’ve had gotten a lot of context in the last several days. Context that

This One’s For Renee

So the other day I made mention of Jay commenting sarcastically that it was hard for him to be at home while he was studying because he had to watch me put the girls to bed, do dishes and fold laundry (he forgot to mention what gets accomplished in the 3 post-work, pre-bedtime hours). My

Dear Cox Communications

Dear Cox Communications, You may not know this cause really you don’t know me all that well, so let me fill you in on a wee secret. Chances are at 8:42 p.m. I’m dragging my raggedy ass to the couch with every ounce of being I have left in me, which isn’t much at that

Things That Might Happen After You Have Kids

Your life changes once you have kids. That is no big secret. However it isn’t that your schedule become tethered to nap and meal times. It’s not that you are up and down all night turning you into a sleep deprived wreck. It’s not that your social calender is comprised mostly of play dates and

Dear Nola

Dear Nola, You were born on a beautiful Sunday 7 years ago today. It was 4 weeks earlier than I expected you to show up. And really you’ve done things on your own time since then. We spent the day before you were born at the county fair, where I somehow convinced your Dad to

I Draw The Line

After spending the bulk of Nola’s last doctor appointment minimizing the impact of all the blubbering over Bob’s curly hair, I DRAW THE LINE! You officially cannot oo and ahh over Bob’s hair anymore. At least not openly and loudly in public and in front of Nola. And especially not when the purpose for our

B is for Bob

Four years ago April 1 was a Sunday. Sundays by the way are the best days for having a baby. You get to have your weekend and you don’t have to go to work on Monday. I woke up at 4 and laid there having contractions trying to figure out how to wake up Jay

She’s so big

This morning my daughter didn’t need me. And I know as a parent I am supposed to be proud of that. But I think and I hope that also as a parent I’m supposed to be a little sad about that. Okay completely and utterly heart broken. I’m not an openly emotional person. At all.