How NOT To Win “Mother of the Year”

As I pushed the cart down the produce aisle, I heard a little voice start humming. “Hmmm hm hm hmmmm booty,” my eldest buzzed. Oh no…I recognize that tune. But surely, he doesn’t know it? And if he does know the tune, certainly he won’t sing it, here in public, right? “Sully! Sing me the [...]

Challenges.

We have faced a few challenges as a family, recently. Nothing earth-shattering or terribly hard. Nothing out of the ordinary, and certainly nothing heavy enough to overlook the hundreds and thousands of blessings that come our way frequently. But still. A few things have come our way that are a bit trying. The move, for [...]

Surprising Empowerment.

The last thing I wanted to do this morning was get out of bed. I know. That sounds horrible, right? I don’t mean it to. It’s just that, I had bad dreams all night (most of which involved Taylor and I being “broken up” like we were dating? And then realizing that my red hair [...]

Faster than a speeding toddler.

If you’re wondering what happens when you leave a toddler alone for 32 seconds while you change the littlest? I have your answer. Oh, no big deal, you say? Just a drawing on the magnadoodle? You have underestimated the speed of a toddler. That’s black crayon, you see there. What you aren’t seeing is the [...]

Breastfeeding Speed Bumps.

I think it’s pretty easy to romanticize breastfeeding. Before Arlo, I created this picture in my mind of how wonderful it would be. I forgot much of my time breastfeeding Sully. I forgot that you are limited in the clothes you can wear. I forgot that your body sometimes clings to that last bit of [...]

Stretch marks and all.

Body image and I have never been friends. I remember, as a little girl, glancing down at my chubby little girl legs and thinking they looked fat as they pressed against the seat of our car. I remember a boy I had a crush on in eighth grade telling me my calves were fat. I [...]

Things you should never have to say…

“Do not throw books at your brother’s head!” “Crayons are not for eating. They are for coloring…no, no, no! On paper!” “Let me look at your butt. Did you poop?” “No, you cannot put your tongue on the electrical outlet.” “DO NOT GRAB YOUR POOP!” “Oh my God, please child, stop trying to grab your [...]

Lessons I’m learning.

I remember being terrified of being left alone with Sullivan. The idea that I was responsible for this wee little babe all by my self scared the living shit out of me. But somehow, we both survived, and I got into a routine that made it possible. This time, I keep reminding myself that I’ve [...]

The Birth of Arlo [Part Two]

This is part two…so head here to catch up on part one. I’ve gotten quite a bit of feed back from the first part of Arlo’s birth story. Most of it has been incredibly supportive and kind. It means so much to me to hear these kind words and thoughtful replies. However, some of the [...]

The Birth of Arlo Jameson [Part One]

Let me begin by saying this is not the birth story I had planned. But that’s okay. Our little boy is here safe. I am safe. And I am 100% with the way our birth story unfolded itself. When I would visualize the process of bringing our second child into this world, I pictured something [...]

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