Let Me Spoon Feed It To You

Let Me Spoon Feed It To You

We’ve now hit that stage where JL believes he’s ready to eat. And I am so modern and cool that I have decided to go with the self-led weaning method. Which I lovingly refer to as the “my kitchen floor, his high chair, and most importantly my child...
The Lonely Hour

The Lonely Hour

4 am is a very lonely hour. I’m sitting here in the dark, rocking my newly crawling high on life doesn’t need sleep baby back to bed for the 4th time tonight. I’m willing myself to stay awake but not too awake, in hopes that I’ll be able to...
Snot a Problem…

Snot a Problem…

You knew it was bound to happen. That moment where you realize that the thing you had to cover your mouth and make sure you didn’t hurl when another mother said they did it has become your own. Enter JL’s first cold and the slimy trail he left on all of my...
No One Wants to Say It…

No One Wants to Say It…

But sometimes pregnancy and motherhood are just like, meh. Don’t get me wrong, I love being a mom. This shit is hard though. Starting with pregnancy, everyone talks about how magical it is and acts like you’re a monster if you say you’re feeling...
Sleep: If That’s What You Can Call It

Sleep: If That’s What You Can Call It

Recently when I wake up in the morning I’m struck by the thought that maybe I’m not tired. My body feels weary and the idea of getting on the treadmill for a quick jog seems like a laughable option to me. I’m barely a human until I’ve had my...