I’ve been trying to write this post all day and this is one of those things where the words aren’t coming out pretty at all. They’re just sort of spilling out of my fingers as fast as my brain can think them. Seven months ago I poured my heart out about Joshua. Doctors and well-meaning…
i love my son
Starting Over
This is no time for catchy titles, guys. Basically, I’m about 30 seconds from a wine-fueled whine where I talk about what a bad mother I was today and y’all feel compelled to 1) be nice and tell me I wasn’t a bad mother, 2) yell at me for being a bad mother, or 3)…
The boys
“Daddy…” “Hey, Daddy…” “Daddy will be home soon. Then we can play racing!” “Daddy, pick me up.” “Hey, Daddy, let’s play monster trucks.” I love that this boy loves his daddy, and I love that his daddy loves him.
Changing the subject
Sometimes I’m speechless. It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes it happens. Today it happened. Joshua’s in this crazy habit of putting on actual pajamas any time he’s going to sleep. I blame the fact(s) that we’re staying at home a lot more now and there’s no immediate need for either of us to get dressed…
Wrong turn
I realized on Monday that I’m taking the Stay-at-Home part of being a stay at home mom a little too literally. As in I almost never want to leave the house with both kids because I’m almost never presentable and attempting to do so requires me to put on a bra. But the truth is…