Can we talk about the sad state my hair is in? I hesitated to write about this, considering that this is a blog about motherhood. But then again, my hair is like this due to the perfect little person that … Continue reading
Where’s my baby manual?
I must have left it at the hospital, because I can’t find it anywhere. It’s not in my stack of discharge papers. It’s not in my suitcase. It’s not mixed in with our heap of stolen hospital baby blankets. It’s … Continue reading
On the move
Isaac is getting more mobile by the day. Back and forth around the living room he goes, usually after the basket that holds the toys more than the toys themselves. He will rise up on all fours and rock, but … Continue reading
The labor of delivery
“She didn’t do drugs in college,” my sister informed my parents. The voice inside my head that says things like Don’t eat that whole bag of Reese’s Pieces and That outfit makes your butt look big or You really shouldn’t make toast … Continue reading
Boy, oh boy
Lately, it seems as though the “boy” is really coming out in Isaac. It could just be what happens with every baby around this age, but suddenly he’s after everything, and not in a gentle fashion. He jumps, he head … Continue reading
Sleeping with my husband
Sleeping with my husband is never boring. (Sorry, Dad.) I believe this is because he’s always so on top of keeping our nighttime relationship fresh and exciting. His way of thinking hasn’t stopped even with this bowling ball-like protrusion where … Continue reading
Breastfeeding was hard, but that’s OK
Isaac turns 7 months old tomorrow, and this morning he drank his last breast milk bottle. I shared early on my struggles with nursing. (here and here) I just went back and read those posts, and I have to say, … Continue reading
Barefoot and pregnant
I am Cinderella’s ugly stepsister. (The pretty one.) It’s not an easy admission to make, but I can’t escape the truth. Since my sixth month of pregnancy, every time I try on my shoes I feel like an evil stepsister … Continue reading
iCaved
I did something yesterday that I swore I would never do. I bought one of those toys that lets you put your iPhone in it and give to your baby. This cuddly, purple, singing monkey will allow me to lock … Continue reading
Fixed and dilated
I blame George Clooney. Not for the big things like world hunger, global warming, and acid washed jeans. No. I blame him for E.R. reruns. It’s his fault for making me watch them. If I hadn’t been so intrigued by … Continue reading

















