I’m Not Fine, and I Know It

As if it weren’t already fairly obvious with the lack of posts, I’m still treading water over here. I feel like I don’t know who I am or what I’m doing most of the time. But I’ve taken steps to … 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

Letters to Gibson: Five Months

Dear Gibson, If there were a way to stop your growing, I’d be sorely tempted to try it. That¬†would be incredibly unfair to you and not acknowledge your amazing advances, physically and mentally. But even so, I want to keep … Continue reading

Regression Impressions

Regression Impressions

Sleep regression. It’s apparently a real thing. We almost ALMOST had the sleep thing down. Gibs was down by 7:30 PM and would have a wet diaper by about 10 or 11 PM. A quick little feed at the nip … Continue reading

Mama Said There’d Be Nights Like This

“I hope you have one just like you.” -Mom As I held Gibson in my arms at 2:30 in the morning for the fifth rousing of the night, all I could think was, “My mother would have been so vindicated … Continue reading

Letters to Gibson

That’s right. It’s my hot blog, I’ll do what I want. And what I want is to hop on the mom blogger bandwagon and write letters to my son at pre-determined milestones. Like turning one month old. So yes, this … Continue reading

Let’s Hear It For The Boy!

Let’s hear for the man. No April Fool’s Day tricks or jokes today. Let’s hear it for my husband. This raising a kid thing is everything I thought it would be. But I’ll be damned if it’s not a million … Continue reading