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…
the universe is out to get me
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…
No More Sick Days
There is so much snot in my life right now, people. It’s pouring from the heads of both children and then today it started pouring out of mine. Three sickies in this house. Coughing. Sneezing. Snot nosing. Glamorous life I’m living. In the sickness, I’ve stumbled upon what might be the most unfortunate aspect of…
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…
The seedy underboob of breastfeeding
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…