I hate myself for not writing, sometimes. I hate myself for not being more thorough. I hate that I’ve told myself again and again that “I will remember this” and “no one wants to read this.” Only, I write because I want to read it. I write because I need to get it out and get it down. Not because… Read More
CLOTH!
Many of you know Brock and I cloth diapered Ronan for most of his life. He was in Bum Genius diapers for ages and ages. From 1 month old until nearly a year old. I stopped doing cloth when I got tired of battling laundry every day. I got tired of stuffing diapers. In general, I just got tired. But… Read More
Breastfeeding.
I always knew I would breastfeed my children. Literally, always. I remember being very young, around 5 years old, and finding out that my boobies were meant to feed a baby some day. I was absolutely amazed, couldn’t WAIT for that to happen, and would hold all of my dolls up to my chest to ‘nurse’. I remember very distinctly… Read More
Nekkid.
Brock left for work around 8am this morning. Ronan was still sleeping. I prayed that he would stay asleep… all I wanted was just one more hour. I wasn’t ready to get up, not ready at all to face the day. About five minutes later, I heard Ronan. It wasn’t his normal ‘wake up’ noises – he usually starts out… Read More
Stank Face?
Too hilarious not to share. Here you go.
My Favorite Things.
While I laid in bed last night, wide awake for nearly 4 hours, I thought of things I could blog about. I never really have problems coming up with ideas of things to write when I’m doing… oh, ANYTHING but writing. But as soon as I sit down at my keyboard, my mind goes blank. I run through a million… Read More
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