Y’all, I think I’ve found a new favorite Girl Mom place on the internet: The Hair Bow Company. After spending nearly 3 years on Team Boy Mom, immersed in trucks and trains and dirt, finding out I was having a girl was exciting for a lot of reasons, only one of which was all of…
Emma
Emma, 7 months
My baby is seven months old. Over half a year is GONE. Just, poof! Vanished. And she’s seven months old. I might need to have a good cry about it. Fun facts about Little now that she’s SEVEN MONTHS OLD: Little is the name I call her most often. I mean, I call her Emma,…
Daylight Savings Time Hates Parents
I know people are tired of hearing about daylight savings time, but y’all, this time change has screwed with me in a way I cannot remember any time change ever screwing with me before. It used to be that falling back in the fall meant an extra hour before last call. We’d be out downtown…
Mom’s Night In
I knew so much more about being a mom four years ago than I do right now. You know? Before I was actually a mom? Before I was a mom, I planned on regular outings with my girlfriends. Regular “girl’s nights” where we gabbed and drank wine and, I dunno, painted each other’s nails or…
Cheers to the freaking weekend
Emma’s swing died on Wednesday morning. Like, died-dead and not just batteries-dead. And I realize this is snarky of me, but I’m rather shocked at the number of people who asked me if the batteries were dead when I said the swing was dead as if there was no possible way I would’ve thought to…