The hardest part

The hardest part of parenting isn’t…
the sleepless nights (and days)
the soar (I mean sore) nipples
the responsibility
the crying
the changing of very dirty diapers
or even the thought of what it will cost to send them to college
Nope.
It’s cutting their tiny little nails while they try to wiggle away from you.

The BIG day

Tomorrow is the big day. I’m going to feed my little 17 pounder his first tastes of food. I’ve had all these grandious ideas about what his first solid food experience should be. I’m thinking pureed organic sweet potatoes cut with the freshest of mom’s milk or maybe it should be sweet peas or there’s [...]

My baby boy has become a man

Last week was a pivotal week in my household. My baby didn’t crawl, walk, talk, or get his driver’s license. No, he discovered his male anatomy.
It was a normal night. Exactly like every night. Play time until 6:00ish and then bath time until 7:00. (Yes, I milk bath time for all it’s worth. My husband [...]

Calling all “stay at home” mothers**

This is a call to all mothers** who have sacrificed their careers, resumes, paychecks, and a tiny bit of their soul. The next time you are asked to list your occupation mark “other” and write in Super Hero*.
Frankly, I’m tired of feeling judged because I have chosen to stay at home and raise my children. [...]