Dear Char-Gri-Ha-DANGIT! I guess I should start with saying that I'm sorry that I never call you by your actual name. I usually just shout out random syllables until I give up and yell at you to stop whatever it is that you're doing. To be fair, I call your siblings a bunch of random … Continue reading Dear Char-Gri-Ha-YOU!: An apology letter to my 4th kid
All the people. Livin' for today. You may say that I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. Maybe someday you'll join us... Wait. Sorry. I went hippie there for a minute. I can't promise that it won't happen again, but I'll do my best. I really do have an active imagination. Even as … Continue reading Imagine…
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.