DEEP BREATH. DEEP BREATH. Oh my goodness… I can’t believe that I am about to do this. After five years of blogging and writing for numerous companies, using only the names The Girl Child, The Boy Child, and The Littlest, for my kids, I am about to formally introduce you to my children. With two
My daughter has been in the hospital for nearly a week now. Because of the move, my business trip, and now this, I’ve stayed in seven hotels, in the last three weeks. I’m weary. Last night my husband picked up my sons and took them back “home,” leaving me at the Ronald McDonald House, with
Recently, The Littlest underwent a several hour long surgery, and then an extended stay in the Intensive Care Unit. Although upon his birth it was believed that he had not inherited the genetic disorder that my family carries, it has now become relatively obvious that our initial reassurances were wrong. Tonight, I was feeling especially
The baby was fussing this morning, so my daughter climbed into bed and asked me to snuggle him up with her. “He just wants to feel safe and loved mom.” I look at her, loving on him, and the reality of her life hits me. Abandonment. Abuse. Trauma. Knowing what her biological father did to
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
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 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
It’s been a while since I’ve let you all into the craziness that is my life with my particular two children, and I have to admit, I am still laughing at some of the things they’ve said this week. And since I’ve never been one to hold back the parts of me that make me
“Do you know what makes you special, in a different way than the baby in mommy’s tummy?” The Guy asked The Boy Child as he pulled him onto his lap. “I’m better at building with Legos” The Boy Child replied, apparently confident in his six-year-old understanding of how the world works. “Well, yes” The Guy
So we’ve had a bit of a milestone around here: The Boy Child lost his first tooth! About a week ago, he suddenly announced that he was no longer going to brush his teeth, because the dentist had told him to “brush the teeth you want to keep,” and he wanted them to fall out.
My husband said he was going to the store... and never came back. It's been a crazy life that's left me functional enough to survive yet dysfunctional enough to make me funny. I'm living my life devoid of most social graces while single parenting two young children and I absolutely love it....most days.
