I’m quite prolific over on Twitter. Sending a tweet is a quick way to connect with people, muse “out loud” and purge my head of random clutter, e-scream to the Universe that my kid’s STILL AREN’T NAPPING. Whatever. But sometimes I sit down to my computer or pen Tweetdeck on my phone and start to…
I might be crazy
Nom Nom Baby Toes
Babies are very…bendy? Yes, bendy. Emma refuses to be put down on her back for longer than about .02 seconds which means that she’s yet to find her feet. So sometimes I help her find her feet. Because, I mean, that’s what I’m supposed to do, right? Teach her things? Like how to nom on…
Cracks in the armor
There are cracks in my Mama armor right now. Some of the cracks are smaller than others, but they are all cracks just the same. They are brought on by night after night of not enough sleep. From having no down-time to decompress. By meeting the demands of a needy 3 year old, and good…
BlogHer. With a baby.
Last year, before my first BlogHer in San Diego, I scoured the internet looking for posts on what to expect. And then I got there and I was all ZOMGBLOGHER and promptly forgot most of it. Especially once I walked past Moosh in Indy pushing a tiny Vivi in a stroller and thought “Wow. She…
True Life: I’m A Hover Mom
I spent my summers on my grandfather’s farm in north Florida. It was entirely possible to go without seeing either of my grandparents until we were gathered around the kitchen table for a meal. My cousin and I played dolls, chased chickens, traipsed through the woods, swam, picked blueberries, fought with each other and resolved…