Now that it’s been a full 24 hours, I think it’s safe to talk about my yesterday. You see, I breastfeed. (Not new information, bee tee dub.) And sometimes, breastfeeding has a Dark Side. Yesterday, I used the Force (gravity) to conquer the Dark Side of breastfeeding. That Dark Side? A Plugged Duct. Yesterday, I…
thank god for wine
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…
Proof that I shouldn’t grill things
I shouldn’t grill things. Probably ever. I mean, we’re pretty gender-advanced in this house most of the time. Dan does dishes and can make a mean chicken parmesan. I install light fixtures and am a master of (almost) all things fried. Neither of us is good at keeping up with laundry or dusting. But there…
My child is a picky eater. Or it’s something else entirely.
A year ago, I wrote about Joshua’s picky eating habits. I’m (un)happy to report that in a year and then some, nothing has changed. Mealtimes in Casa de NSJM are kind of…well…I hate them. At Joshua’s three-year check-up in April, the doctor asked us about his diet. I mentioned that he doesn’t eat a variety…
A wolf, a sheep, and a basket of cabbage
Do you know this puzzle? A man has a wolf, a sheep, and a basket of cabbage and he has to transport all of them across a river but his boat is only big enough for himself and one of the items at a time. He’s got quite the dilemma. He can’t leave the wolf…