If you’ve been living under a rock, or following the Mayan calendar instead of the regular calendar, it’s November. And this year, because I’m INSANE, I’ve decided to ATTEMPT NaBloPoMo. Like I said. I’m insane. But you know? I feel like I’ve been off my blogging game since Emma was two pink lines on a…
I might be crazy
Word Up
It’s no secret I love words, people. I love words the way some love music or paintings or photography or Ring Dings. Words are the way to my soul. They speak to me on a molecular level, you know? The way words and phrases come together to create sentences and paragraphs is magic to my…
Girl (parts) on Fire
Sometimes things happen to me and then something like this happens in my head: “I should blog this.” “Oh my god, Miranda! No! This is embarrassing! Don’t!” “No, really, this is too good. I should blog this.” And on and on until eventually the mood has passed and it’s just no longer relevant. But then…
Don’t Quit On Your Worst Day
At this point with Joshua, he was totally off the boob. He’d decided he couldn’t be bothered to drink from the tap because he didn’t have to work as hard with bottles. I was exclusively pumping and he was combination fed. I knew exactly how much he was getting and how often. He’d sleep for…
Sleep is a thing people still do, right?
The Universe is a crotchety little turd sometimes, y’all. See, I thought I had a good baby in Emma. A baby who sleeps. Anyhwere! Anytime! Swaddled! Unswaddled! White noise! No white noise! SLEEP! And then the 4 month wakeful and this newfound love of go-go-going happened and things just haven’t been right since. Emma MUST…