I heard a…thing…today that just ripped my heart to pieces. (It wasn’t a conversation.) Emma has ballet on Thursdays. Emma loves ballet. I love that she loves it. I love that ballet teaches her to move her body and that she’s burning energy by dancing, by enjoying time with her friends and her teacher. I…
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No Means No: Teaching Children About Consent
We were walking through Target one afternoon last week, before Brock Turner and his victim’s statement became trending topics. Emma was being kind of rambunctious, chasing her brother in and out of the clothing racks in the children’s department. He wasn’t feeling great. He’d finally had enough of her playing. “No means no, Emma! Stop…
When It Snows In Georgia
When it snows in Georgia, time stops. It’s like the world has just decided to stand still and so has every single person who is native to this state. It’s such a rarity most of us revel in it, even when the snowfall doesn’t top two inches. We can’t help it. It’s just…what we do….
At Least There Was Pizza
There’s no pretty way to say this and this post is going to be whiny and rambly and unpolished and I don’t even care because it totally mimics the day I just survived. Am still surviving. (Thanks to a bath and a glass of Malbec.) Today was terrible, almost from start to finish. The kind…
Three Years, Six Months, and Some Change
It’s been three years, six months, and some change since we brought Emma home from the hospital. That means it’s been three years, six months, and some change since she and I embarked on a breastfeeding journey together. A journey which has now, after three years, six months, and some change, come to a close….
Absence and Hearts and Stuff
You know how people say when you love something you should let it go? That statement does not necessarily apply to home Internet service, which I know I have complained about not having so often now people are probably on the verge of stuffing a dirty sock in my mouth just to get me to…
Backseat Tiger
Tuesday was a really great day. The kind of day you want to bottle up and save because it’s all sunshine and rainbows and glitter and even the rougher moments are sort of rosy. I woke up this morning with the memory of yesterday lingering in my heart. I felt light. Happy. But then I…
KidsLink App: For Moms Who Blog…And Those Who Don’t
I’ve been blogging in the parenting world for over 6 years now. That’s crazy to think about and even harder to believe. What started as a way for me to dump out my thoughts about pregnancy, motherhood, and postpartum depression also served as a record of Joshua’s, and later Emma’s, life. Pictures and anecdotes spilled…
Tomorrow You Are Two
Dear Emma, Tomorrow you are two. The other morning, I brought you to bed with me and you fell asleep after nursing. We snuggled up and I breathed in the smell of your hair and fell back to sleep alongside you. For a brief moment, I was taken back to the early months of your…
All I Want For Christmas Is A Hogwarts Letter
It seems I may have actually birthed Hermione Granger, you guys. No, our last name is not Watson. Yes, I won’t have a problem if my Emma follows in that Emma’s footsteps, particularly if somehow this lands me a trip to platform 9 and 3/4 to send my mudblood off to the best school for…