Mob Mama

He said “dada” first. I knew he would. I was okay with this. Finally, after what seemed like weeks of just “dadadadadada” all the time, he said “mama.” But not as often as he said “dada.” And that was okay, … Continue reading

Santa + Baby

It’s Gibson’s first Christmas! I might have already gone a tiny bit overboard on the pictures. So enjoy my photo dump post! Also, check out my cool DIY craft project. I know it’s a bit simple, but I haven’t dallied … Continue reading

Tigers & Transitions

So we’ve weaned. And that means my body doesn’t have to stay in a state of perpetual readiness to feed my boy. Which, for me, means a couple of things. First, bring on the margaritas. And second, it’s time to … Continue reading

One Mississippi, Two Mississippi…

This is something I started doing back when Gibs and I were co-sleeping and night nursing. He’d wake with a wet diaper or just hungry and I’d finagle him into a position for latching on. Often this position would be … Continue reading

Primped, Pretty & Powered But Not Showered

Okay, parents. Let’s be real for a moment. How often do you actually shower? Because this morning was a “no shower” morning. The kind of morning that comes after a night of multiple wakings with diaper changes, bottles and rocking … Continue reading

Letters to Gibson: Eight Months

Dear Gibson, Eight months is blowing my mind. I’ll admit it… you’re getting more interesting. Let’s see. You are crawling. Not just the proto-fish-flop style of mobility you achieved at seven months. Now this is full fledged “low” crawl. A … Continue reading

Mother of the Year: Episode II

My crown of parenting incompetence grows yet more tarnished. Allow me to relate to you the events of last night as I remember them. Do you mind if I smoke? Good, because I’m still a little shaky, and these old … Continue reading

Crossroads

I saw my rheumatologist yesterday. His first question was, “Are you still breastfeeding?” Are we? Sort of. Gibson will only sit still and latch on long enough to actually nurse at night when he’s sleepy. Otherwise, he will only accept … Continue reading

No Time for Pumpkins, Dr. Jones

I’m still buried under work for my 1st shift job, and my second shift boss is a little tyrant. So I have no time for proper posts. But I wanted to reblog my pumpkin pie recipe from last year with … Continue reading