When Adam and I started dating, we had a song. And it was These Are The Days by Van Morrison. Even though we’d met circa 2001, when the song had been on the scene for some time, we’d screened the […]
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How quickly one forgets. Didn’t I say, every day is a new day? Well, that applies to nights, too. Night two at home had a bit more promise to it. The newest man of the house seemed to understand, at […]
Okay. I still love you, NICU. Really. I’m not mad. But just tell me, are we being punk’d? Remember how you told me that at night, Harrison likes to eat but he is pretty content. And when he isn’t content, […]
Six weeks and one day after Harrison entered the world, Dr. Minderman has declared that Harrison is ready to be home. Weight checks will abound but at 4 lbs 15oz, no alarms for the last 5 sleeps, consistently feeding, a […]
I want. To cry. Okay. I’m not really going to cry. I’m just being a wee bit dramatic {I know. Crazy, right?}. But I am not wildly happy about the amount of snot that began draining out of Jonah’s nose […]
That. Is my deepfreeze. All those bottles… Those are 4 and 8 ounce milk storage containers. Underneath the baskets on each side are three Target sacks full of eight ounces each of duct work. And underneath the middle portion is […]
It’s a BIG day in the life of Harrison… Call MTV… This kid’s getting a crib! yes. That’s really the whole post. Really. That’s it. Except for this…
It started with a CNA while I was still in-patient, postpartum. “Aw, man. I bet you were sad when they said, ‘it’s a boy!’.” “I think I was just pretty happy he was breathing.” And that was the honest to […]
“I’m gonna have to charge you a little more rent than Vivian…because I’ve got this beauty course I’m looking into and I’m not gonna be there that much, you know? ‘Cause you just can’t turn tricks forever. You gotta have […]
Once Harrison hit four pounds, I wanted to shout from the rooftops. I wanted to break out the bubbly and have a toast to this milestone. I wanted to do a little high fivin’ a million angels, Liz Lemon style. […]
