When G was about 10 months old, I came down with a gnarly stomach flu that tanked my milk supply. So when Monday rolled around – I had no breastmilk to send. None. Nada. Zip. Nothing in the freezer, and my ta-tas were dry as a bone. I stifled my guilt and feelings of general failure as much as possible and told her teachers to just give her formula. Fast forward to that afternoon and I got a phone call… Read more »
Ya’ll. This baby. I mean, just LOOK AT THIS BABY. I worried when I was pregnant with him that I wouldn’t love him enough. That I would favor his sister, who had so deeply cemented her place in my heart. How could there possibly be enough room for another love that great? Per usual, I was worrying for nothing. Because the moment he came into this world – he had me. Hook, line, sinker. I was smitten. He has… Read more »
Let me be clear, this isn’t one of those, “I threw all of my child’s toys away and now they’re ready for MENSA” type of posts. I’m way too lazy for that. But, for much of the last week, I stepped over the grass skirt my husband and I brought back for our daughter from our trip to Hawaii. “G, you really need to pick up this skirt, I’m tired of tripping over it. I’m going to put it in the trash… Read more »
