Leaving the Nest
I want my babies to stay babies forever. Unhealthfully so. I’m pretty sure Lulu would still be breastfeeding were it not for that nasty back injury and not wanting to pump her bloodstream full of Vicodin. Although my OB/GYN said at a recent appointment that she would have been fine nursing even with the narcotics. Shh…don’t tell Pea Daddy, I think he wants that week of his life back that he spent “weaning” while... Read More
The Most Dramatic Post Ever
More false words have never been spoken. Except for a few. Like “I don’t expect much from my husband.” I most certainly expect him to jump out of bed at 12:30 a.m. (regardless of the fact that he is the responsible adult that has been asleep for an hour) and dispose of the hamster-sized spider that was on our bathroom wall. He didn’t budge from that bed. I don’t consider myself a defenseless female and I don’t... Read More
A Wee Weenie Post
I like to think that I’m one tough mother. I’m pretty humble about most things. I get embarrassed by compliments. I downplay accomplishments. But I’ll tell anyone who will listen, or anyone who won’t (“Gigi, quit drinking the pool water!”), that I have an abnormally high tolerance for pain. I base this on a few key events in my life: I once took a hit off of a helium tank when I was eight, blacked out... Read More
