...because our daughter is spending her first night alone in her crib. I am crying and wish I could crawl in there with her for one more kiss goodnight. So tonight, instead of having the most perfect, pink little hands to hold in my sleep, I have a cold, (also pink) baby monitor to cuddle up to. 'Tis going to be a long ...
le scoop on le poop
Today, I asked a friend of mine about 10, rapid-fire, questions, about her 5 month old son's poop. I have officially lost my mind.
The S(p)ituation
The brains behind the idea of "The shirt before the shirt." Or, is he? You see, The Situation must have been spending some quality time in The Land of Mom, because the shirt before the shirt is a mommy staple. If you think that a new mom can attempt to get ready, get the baby ready, feed the baby, ...
It’s my girl’s night and I’ll party plan if I want to
Tonight, while my husband was out, I enjoyed a perfect girl's night in with some of my favorite female companions. (Sorry, Ziggy Puppy, you were outnumbered. I know you tried to get the baby to play catch with you, but it just wasn't that type of night. Besides, her hands are too small to pick up a ...
The way it used to be
I used to get manicures. Now, I have bare nails and toes, on the reg. I bite my daughters nails for her, though. I used to have abs. Now, I have stretch marks. Seriously, I had a 6 pack. Okay, so maybe it was a 4 pack. I was packing. I pack, no more. It used to be no shirt, no shoes, no problem. ...
I told you so!
So, for all of you naysayers who scoffed at my earlier declaration that my 16 week old daughter said the word "Becca" this morning, check this out: This evening, my husband had his own encounter of the talking-baby-kind. And let me tell you, the man was excited. "BEC! I SWEAR TO YOU, SHE SAID HI! SHE SAID HI TO ME!" "REALLY?!?!?!" "I SWEARRRRRR. I said, ...
Back to School Blues
Originally Published on Babyssentials There are so many reasons that I am so thankful that I became a teacher before becoming a mom. I now know that ear infections sometimes make a child’s ear smell. I know how to pack a mean lunch. I know how annoying it is when parents don’t label ...
One Year Ago, Part 2
The stick had been peed upon (seriously, why isn't there a nicer way to say it?) and the verdict was in. Except, it wasn't, exactly. My husband and I studied the E.P.T. (seriously, why is it called "Error Proof". I would call this "Easily Error-able") mulling over the one dark line next to the other faint line. Now, from all of my reading, a line ...
not-the-mama, not-the-mama
I'm pretty sure that my daughter just looked at me and said, "Becca". THAT'S MY NAME. Now, I was the only one around to hear it, and yeah, there's that whole, she doesn't know how to talk, yet, thing, but I swear, she looked at me, smack in the eyes, and called me by my name. It's not "Mama", but I'll take it!
I’m telling!
In response to the photo that I posted of my recently polished nails, I got the following LSM (Little Sister Message): "LOVE. I want to copy. Though I won't because, if history repeats itself as they say it does, you'll throw the polish at my head. You were such a nice sisty." Yes, this is how we talk ...
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