So… We moved. I know, right? Trust me, no one is more surprised than I am to be seeing those words. We moved. After deciding to stay, renovating our house, and writing a long blog about it all, we moved out. I’ll be honest, I really didn’t want to. I cried when we made the
The Boy Child is the kind of kid, that when his feet hit the ground in the morning, he takes off running and doesn’t stop until after he is in bed at night. But not that long ago, he surprised me by waking up and climbing into my bed to snuggle. Not wanting to waste
OK. So something happened today. You see, when the baby was born, he had kind of a folded ear. He must have been laying on it in the womb or something. No biggie, the ENT just taped it down for a few weeks. The worst part of it was that he needed to have a
****** TRIGGER WARNING****** This post deals with the subject of death, and although I think that the overall message is worth discussing, I respectfully wish to warn you that some may find this post to be upsetting. Should you choose not to proceed through this one, I look forward to your return next time. *********************
************* “Uh… you won’t let me in?” I asked, the confusion written all over my face. “Sorry” she said flatly, giving no other indication that she actually cared. “Um… but… this is a support group… and… I need support. I called yesterday and they said that everyone is welcome. I even got a babysitter and drove
Wow. These last few weeks have been quite the frenzy of activity, but what is life with a newborn if not a little bit hectic? In the event that you missed my Facebook announcement, The Littlest joined our family on March 2nd. Tipping the scales at 7lbs 6oz, he was my biggest baby yet, but
Yesterday, my friend and I went out to celebrate my last day of freedom, before I have a baby to tend to again, because by the time many of you read this tomorrow (Friday), I will already be in the hospital, preparing to have The Littlest. Yay!! I really cannot believe that baby boy held
* If the pictures appear blurry, select the desktop version on your mobile device* In case you didn’t pick up on this from my last post, I am very, very, extremely ready to have this baby. Even more now, since I dislocated my hip (stupid genetic disorder) not long after hitting “publish” on the last
**If the photos appear fuzzy, select the desktop view on your mobile device** Is it just me, or have I been pregnant forever? Because seriously, it feels like it’s been forever… I’m 37 weeks pregnant, and I really can’t believe I made it this far. With my first two, I had preterm labor that landed
I was driving home when Mr. Attorney Man called to say that he thought it had gone well. I agreed, and then caught him off guard by saying that I wanted to concede to my ex’s motion, and moving forward have a cap placed on what he would owe me. Repeatedly explaining that there was no
It was absolutely freezing on the walk to the courthouse.Held in the afternoon and the only case on the docket, the courtroom was empty for our hearing, with the exception of Mr. Attorney Man, myself, a friend, my ex, his attorney, the judge, and the bailiff. Intimate in a strange kind of way, it was
Wow. Just wow. Four years since I started this blog, 387 posts later, and almost exactly six years since my ex abandoned me and the kids, I finally get to write this post. This is it. This is THEE post that so many of you, including myself, have been waiting for since I started this
