June 2013 – Three Flew Over the Cuckoo's nest

Let your tears be something that fuels you. Not something that cripples you….

I subscribe to a preemie newsletter for older children. This is the same group that coined the phrase “preemie syndrome” and keeps their finger on the pulse of all new developments (including the DSM-V revisions MONTHS before I read about them anywhere else INCLUDING Psychology Today) relating to the issues that preemies face after the…

Is down-woding, Mamma, down-woding…

Jp is pioneering his own dialect with his tiny sing-songy voice. I can’t help but be thoroughly tickled when he speaks! Here are some awesome highlights: “Is down-woding” (It is downloading) “Oh no! Is bwoken!” (Oh no! It’s broken!) “eee cuk” (Firetruck) “Yaya woom” (Grandma’s room) “Bapies” (Jp) “Cwap” (Clap but it sounds just like…

You can look at the cup however you want. That doesn’t change how much liquid is in it…

I had an interesting discussion after reading this post titled, My Sippy Cup is All The Way Full, B!tches!, from a fellow blogger, Dylan @ Me Vs Gavin. The post was about how unapologetic he felt concerning the fact that he has two awesome, well behaved children. It seems that he is frequently met with…

Sometimes the best nights are so mundane…

My husband cooked dinner (usually my thankless job) and we listened to the soundtrack of our relationship while tot played around our feet and made us giggle (there may or may not have been some wine for us involved…I admit nothing). Bliss finds it’s way into the simplest parts of life, doesn’t it?

The things that I do NOT miss about having a baby…

I now know -with definitive assurance- why the world is booming daily with new births. It is because, even in the moms that were not on the “Gotta get pregnant, Gotta get pregnant” track originally, once your child hits a certain independent age, you immediately become chemically engulfed with copious amounts of “baby fever”. What…

Flattery is the way to every girl’s heart…

After my birthday post I received a plethora of comments stating that nearly everyone believed me to be (much) older than my 31 years. Which I found to be quite the surprise considering I would consider my writing style to be “young” (lots of ‘likes’ and ‘I mean”s) and subsequently portraying me as younger than…

Growing old gracefully (and other such lies)…

Yesterday was my birthday. I have officially turned the big 31. While many women mourn the loss of their youth, their good looks, and the freedom of their twenties…I feel like I am like wine (not necessarily “good” wine, maybe more like a Merlot that you can find at a gas station) and I just…