Monthly Archive: June 2010

I know that one day, someone will correct him, and Sam’ll start saying “Let’s huddle up” instead, but until then, I’m going to just let him believe that the expression is “puddle up” as in “Let’s all get together like we’re in a giant puddle.” It’s so cute. He’s in there playing with his buddies, …

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Tuesdays are generally my favorite day of the week, so thus far, this one has not measured up. Had a fight with Jess over which dress she was going to wear (not that I really care what dress she wears, but she wanted me to pick it out, and then insisted that the dress I …

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Jessica’s school conference was this morning. Marc went to it, as I was home with millions of children, and just reported in. We didn’t really have any concerns going in, but wanted to touch base because she had missed so much school this year. Between strep throat twice, a week long bout of H1N1, all …

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Is it worth it? I wonder… my father recently got in touch with me. And I don’t know quite what to do with it. Him. The whole situation, I guess. My parents divorced so long ago, and he hasn’t been a part of my life in such a long time, I’m not sure where to …

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Sometimes, I’m just not up for the weekend. I try, really I do, but I have extra kids here all week long and sometimes on Saturday, I just hit my limit. Today, I lasted about ten minutes after my stepdaughters arrived, I also had my friend’s daughter Glennys here. Julianna had fallen asleep on the …

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I have three children, so you’d think I’d have been expecting this, but it caught me by surprise this time. I think I expected to just roll Julianna into my family and love her just like I love the other two. I remember this stage now with both the other two. There’s a period of …

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– he can always tell me the names of the people who’s photos flash up on the show Lie to Me. – he knows that dogs have four toes on their front legs and five on the back. And knows why. – he never complains about the state of the house, if it’s messy and …

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I’ve created a little Mommy’s Girl. It didn’t take that long, about six weeks. (which is ironically, six weeks longer than it took for me to create a Mommy’s Boy, as Sam came out of the womb with separation anxiety). Julianna was very much a “pass the baby” kind of girl. She liked being held …

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I live in the moment. Literally – no sense of perception. Especially about nursing. If we have one bad session, then I’m devastated, assuming that it’s a constant battle and I get really upset. But then a day or two passes and I realize that we’re fine and all the stress and aggravation was pretty …

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The desire to nurse your child. For me, at least. I’m pumping on one side and bottle feeding the breastmilk to Julie, and I hate it with a completely irrational passion. It just feels so completely wrong to me. Rationally, I get it – I need to give the wound time to heal, and I …

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