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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

Here’s To Us: One Year of Medical School Down

I’m popping the top on the last does-it-count-as-drinking-alone-if-Lucy-is-sitting-in-my-lap beer of the first year of medical school with the sweet song of Bob crying in the background and Nola’s feet running down the hall I’m sure to lay the groundwork for her defense – man that girl is going to make a damn good lawyer someday.

Hairy situation

So I have an issue. My youngest has this awesome curly hair. It’s not wirey and frizzy. There’s no quitter curls. She’s got a full head of the most perfect ringlets EVER. She already wants straight hair.  Last summer while we were driving down the street she said, “Mama roll up the window or my

People die that way

Every once in a while as a parent you realize these glaring holes in your teaching. Like the other day Bob came running around a corner with a heating pad trailing her; the cord wrapped neatly around her neck. And I thought holy crap did that kid brush her teeth today. Cause you know what

There she goes

So I am officially a working mother. I mean, yeah, I’ve been a working mom for five years now. But there was always this daydream that we might win the lottery or find some way to make a lot of money that wouldn’t take A. any work B. any time or C. any upfront investment,