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
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
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
We’re keeping it pretty simple this year at Château Good Vibes. Normally I’d make deviled eggs, celery with processed cheese and a big tray of olives. And then I’d eat all of those things myself because The Man isn’t a fan … Continue reading
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
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
I’m not gonna lie, guys. Today is day 13 of NaNoWriMo. If things were going well (and they obviously are not) I would be at 21,671 words today. But I’m not. I’m not even close. I’m at 3,028 words. I … Continue reading
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
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
Originally posted on Hungry For Motherhood:
Is there anything more warm and homey than a chicken pot pie? I don’t think so. And one day back in September, I really wanted that domestic feeling. But now that it’s after Thanksgiving…
I’ve said it before, and one time before that as well, and oh that other time too. Anyway, I’m sure I’ll say it again. It’s almost November. And that means another rousing month of writing. Just writing until we puke, … Continue reading