Hey, I just found this blog I used to post on! Cool, huh?Honestly, I've been a bit off of social media over the last several months. I've been pregnant, had my fourth baby, and been really hot throughout the oppressive summer months here in Atlanta. Those three items led up to my really not having … Continue reading Best Mom Tip #173: Count to four
Best Mom Tip #167: Stop using the couple WE
European kings used to refer to themselves in the third person and as though they were, in fact, more than one person. They called this quirk the "royal we." For instance, "WE are not pleased that you looked at our wife the wrong way and now you will be beheaded. WE are going to lunch."The … Continue reading Best Mom Tip #167: Stop using the couple WE
I pluck my eyebrows so I don’t feel fat
I was driving over a speed bump near the grocery store last week and my back jiggled. My back. Jiggled. I told my husband that I had back fat and that it was actually beginning to move as though it had a life of its own. He laughed and told me I didn't have back … Continue reading I pluck my eyebrows so I don’t feel fat
I may never be alone again.
Becoming a parent tends to mean you lose a little bit of your air of mystery. A little bit of your sense of self...and maybe a decent amount of your pride. Suddenly, there is someone who thinks it is perfectly acceptable to demand you bare your breasts and feed them every 2 to 3 hours … Continue reading I may never be alone again.
I choose…not to yell.
I went into labor with my son 11 days after my due date. In August. In Atlanta. I outweighed my husband and was pretty close to edging out my brother who is a very large, very fit cop. I was swollen, grumpy, and verrrrrrry puffy. When I finally went into labor it was late at … Continue reading I choose…not to yell.
Put on your dancing shoes
Not My Actual Feet My pregnancies have left me with a variety of odd and embarrassing physical ailments. They range from a broken tail bone to a toe that falls out of joint to hemorrhoids and they show up to harass me at the most inconvenient times. I tell you this to explain why I … Continue reading Put on your dancing shoes