I have a chore schedule/list that I progress through each week. According to that list, yesterday was living rooms and bedrooms day... no progress was made. My little dude woke up with a low grade fever that spiked around noon. So, having accepted that nothing was going to get completed, I resigned myself to Chief … Continue reading My Tapdancing Batman is Sick
Before I get to the exciting part, the "gender reveal," I'll tell you all a little story, 'cause blog. So with our first child, a son, we initially elected not to find out the gender until baby was born. Because in the words of my grandpa, "If God had wanted you to know ahead of … Continue reading Baby #2 is a… ?
I'm getting rid of the junk. Literally, and figuratively.
I pledge to raise upstanding young boys who grow up to be respectful and chivalrous young men. If your daughters can't handle that, they don't deserve my sons.
As my son nears his 1st birthday, I have a few things to get off my chest. In descending order from least to most offensive, here are my top 10 Mom Confessions. 10.) I hate children's music. The wheels on the bus set my teeth on edge. My son has a Dave Matthews Lullaby CD, … Continue reading Mom Confessions
Where to begin? So much is going on and at the same time, I have a feeling of stagnation and disconnect. I find that I'm frequently in one of two places: Either just about to head into one of life's storms, or just coming out of one. So much of the last year is just … Continue reading Connection
Everyone is going to die. That is a morbid truth in this world. Pending the Rapture, everyone will some day die. I feel as if a part of me already has. The spontaneous, perky, loud-mouthed, hockey-loving, stout-drinking, reckless, singer passed away at some point between conception of my son and his birth. And with him … Continue reading Facing My Mom-tality
Unicorns. Leprechauns. Krakens. Loch Ness monster. Sleep training. All of these things are mythical figments of someone's imagination. There are so many things I expected out of parenthood, like, for my kid to be as awesome and also awkwardly weird as I am. Or for him to look a little bit like me. Or to … Continue reading Myths of Mom-dom
One of my biggest assumptions in being a parent was that I really needed to grow up before I brought a child into the world. Sitting on my couch in my Snuggie™ coloring in a Disney coloring book with my box of 164 crayons, drinking a glass of apple juice, I told myself, "wow, you're … Continue reading Apple Juice, Blanket Forts, and Coloring Books
So going in to parenthood, I made a sweeping declaration I would do things as naturally and eco-friendly as possible. Cloth diapers just seemed like the natural choice and outflow from a lifestyle moving toward homesteading. First, my definition of a functioning homestead is one in which the land can sustain my family's dietary, shelter, … Continue reading Cloth Diapering: The Economical Choice
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