I have always thought my grandparents died way too soon. Maybe it feels that way no matter when you lose a grandparent. But, I lost one before I was born, one in college, and the other two just after. None of them got to see me get married or meet my babies, their great-grandbabies. So, when I met and married Tristan, I was so excited to be welcomed into such a loving family with not one, but TWO grandparents still around. I have a lot to be thankful for this year. A beautiful, healthy little girl. An adorable little boy. An awesome best friend and husband. A new home. A warm and loving family-in-law to spend this holiday with. But, none of it would be possible with Nana B. Nana B, B Nana, or just “B”. She hasn’t been fee ... Read the full post.
“It’s supposed to be hard. If it wasn’t hard, everyone would do it. The hard… is what makes it great.” – A League of Their Own   A mommy-group friend of mine recently shared a link to a blog post posing the question, “Why is being a miserable mom so trendy?” Reading this post made me wonder: Shit, am I miserable? Are we really all miserable? Are we that friend that no one wants to hang out with anymore because we can’t stop the verbal diarrhea about how awful our life is? Are we that coworker that constantly complains about how much work they have to do, when in reality if they would just shut the fuck up and get to work they wouldn’t have so much damn work to do? When you be ... Read the full post.
“…and she loved a little boy very, very much – even more than she loved herself” – The Giving Tree Dear Charlie, How is it possible that it has been two years since you were born? A day that I thought was never going to end marked the start of this journey that is flying by with lightening speed. My baby isn’t a baby anymore. I’m going to call this past year the Year of the Personality. Over the last 365 days, we’ve seen your personality really begin to form and shine through. You are curious and energetic and smart and funny and sweet and so many other things; it’s hard to find one word to describe you. But, one of your teachers may have said it best when she wrote me an email a f ... Read the full post.
Dear Owners, Is that bacon? Listen, we’ve got to talk. What gives? You brought home another one of those little mini-humans and, once again, nobody even asked us. We have some grievances and our frustrations have been building up for a while, so we thought it was finally time to bring these things to your attention. First and foremost, our names are Dexter and Libby. Get it right. It’s not Asshole, Little Shit, Fucker, or Douche Bag. You gave us the names, is it really that hard to remember them? And yes, we bark. We’re dogs – that’s kind of what you signed up for. If you don’t want me to bark at the sink, maybe you should wash the dishes more than once a week. I mean, there’s food remnants stuck on ... Read the full post.
I’d like to share this video as a precursor to my post for tomorrow. So, hopefully, no one will call the ASPCA on me. This video was the kind that used to make me Ooooh and Aaaaah pre-baby. Now I’m all, “Yeah that’s nice, but if anyone will take our beagle I’ll GLADLY give her for free.” Enjoy. Share:FacebookRedditPinterestTwitterGoogleTumblrEmailLike this:Like Loading... ... Read the full post.
Nora is 1 month!
Waah! I don’t wanna grow up!!! How is it even possible that I am writing about my new baby being a MONTH old? I feel like it’s been a day, or a week. I thought time flew by with Charlie, but this is just out of control. In fact, there are many things that are different with the second baby. Like how they only take 10 minutes of pushing instead of 110. Or how you actually know what to do with ‘it’ when the doctor hands the baby over and leaves you all alone in the delivery room. Or how you actually get sleep in the hospital because you only have 2 visitors (your parents). Or, any of the following: 10. You actually take showers during the day. That’s right, you actually put the baby down in its bassinet, and you ... Read the full post.
baby onesie beer
A long time ago, in a faraway land, I was able to stay out past 10 p.m. and not talk about breastfeeding. Or poop. Believe it or not, I could actually drink more than 3 beers before getting utterly exhausted. I even did a 60-second keg stand in college once. True story. But now, if you see me out, I’ll be the one with “MOM” tattooed across her face yawning in the corner. Beer me. Saturday night, hubby and I went to the 20th Annual Maine Brew Festival. It was our first time out on the town, without babies, since Nora’s arrival. I stayed out for 3 hours and got drunk off 3 beers. It was a great time. As a takeaway from this evening, here are 4 warning signs that you might be “that mom” at your next social e ... Read the full post.
One thing that you get used to as a parent is that everything you do and everything you say is ‘wrong’ according to someone. Even the things you do right for yourself or your child, they’re probably not right for anyone else. Some of the world is okay with letting you know you’re doing it all wrong right to your face, while others just sit and judge in silence. But, when it comes to parenting, you kind of have to go with the flow, pick your battles and just do whatever the hell works for you. And so it kind of is with blogging. I’ve been blogging for like, what, almost 2 years now? I’ve been writing for much longer. And the first hard lesson I’ve had to learn is that there will ALWAYS be critics. No ... Read the full post.