I spent a few days with Little and her new baby. Little is 8 and 1/2 years younger than I am. Plus, I left home when I was 14 and she, 5ish. So although I love her like crazy, our relationship has always been weird. We are kind of like
Took kids to pick out Valentine Day cards last week, and my 7-year-old found this: Was getting all bummed about the message — the role-modeling sex games part, or the idea love is about capturing someone, or that these little cuffs might be the genesis of some kid’s love for
Little Sister had a baby last week! No complications, happy situation, baby boy! Amazing how much life can change in a year (warning for newbies, sad link). I want to celebrate, but the news is making it hard to generate fun loving smart-assery. Lucky for me, in all the back-n-forth
Looonnnnnnnnnggggg time readers will remember that shortly after the birth of my second child, my parents moved across country to live near me and help me get back on my feet. I had combo PPD/medical malady requiring surgeries. My mother called it my ‘come-apart.’ (I’m pretty sure this is a
Visiting my parents this time made me so sick I threw up. For the record, I’m not a puker. As a comfort eater, throwing up is basically my psyche informing me the safe place is reversing on itself and exploding. “The atmosphere is so different in your house now, I