Oh, I was so naive. Food-covered baby faces are icky. I won’t take photos of it and certainly won’t post them on my blog. I’ll never buy one of those stupid Sophie giraffes. They’re too trendy and overpriced. Gabe will never, ever sleep in our bed. It’s so dangerous! I don’t want to hurtRead the whole post >>
We Were on a BREAK!
Friends, I have a lover. And his name is Twitter. Some people can dabble with Twitter and are able to be moderate about it. I? Am decidedly not one of those people. I tweet while I’m nursing Gabe, while I’m driving, first thing in the morning, before I fall asleep, while we’re watching a movie,Read the whole post >>
Six Months.
He: – is eighteen pounds (aka: how much I weighed at one year.) – is more fun than EVER. He’s always been a happy, giggly baby – but Gabe and I spend 20 minutes some nights, post-PJs and pre-bedtime, just laughing. He on his swing which I got him after find the best one onRead the whole post >>
Should I Worry About Gabe’s Pacifier?
[I read a lot of ‘mommy blogs’ before I was a mom, before I was even married! I’m not sure why; I definitely couldn’t relate, but I found them terribly interesting; and a good way to see what being a mom is really like. That said, this is probably a topic that no one butRead the whole post >>
In the Pursuit of Balance.
If you follow me on Twitter, you’ll know that I started a new job on Valentine’s Day and it is going very, very well. So well that I’m slightly freaked out and waiting for something to go wrong. (Which I’m sure it will, since no job is perfect forever.) It’s great because my boss isRead the whole post >>
