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
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
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
* 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
“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
Not long ago, The Guy, the kids, and I were in the car. I can’t remember what we were talking about, but at some point I looked into the backseat, and saw that The Girl Child’s eyes were welling up with tears. When I asked her what was wrong, she didn’t answer me. Confused,
*If you are viewing on mobile, select the web version to de-fuzz the photos* First We Were Three, And Then We Were Four. Now We’re Completing Our Family, By Adding One More! “The Littlest” will be joining our family in February! ************** P.S. Wow readers… look how far we have come! And I say “we,”
If you remember from my last post, “Don’t Tell Me I’m Losing My Son,” I was having a difficult time finding joy amongst The Boy Child’s complicated health situation. I felt like I was swimming, and swimming, and I wasn’t getting anywhere, except closer to the bottom of the pool. But, if you also recall,
On Friday, The Boy Child was hooked up for an extended video EEG, which basically means that a bunch of electrodes were glued to his head, several EKG electrodes were placed on his back, and then an EEG machine was wrapped on top of his head, therefore making him look like a smurf. The box
So… I’m about to make fun of my husband, but it’s OK because he gave me permission. Source: Gipy.com Sunday night (or rather, Monday morning), I was awoken from a dead sleep by the sound of my husband breathing rather heavily. Trying to figure out what was going on, I leaned over the pillow that
Well, to jump right into it, last week’s post stuck with me more than I was expecting. (If you haven’t read it yet, I’d suggest doing that before you continue on, but for the TL;DR, I’ve found my feelings of anger towards my ex, reignited as I watch The Guy with my children.) Anyway, it’s
Five years ago, my ex took The Girl Child to a Daddy Daughter dance, and in the morning, he walked out of our lives forever. Last Friday, exactly five years since that night, The Guy escorted The Girl Child to his very first Daddy Daughter Dance. And although The Girl Child has been blessed with
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.
