Blogging at naptime.

Dear sweet baby Ben, I don't know if you'll have a chance to check your Facebook today, so I wanted to give you some advance notice that tomorrow is the day they told us we should be expecting you.  Now, they do sort of arbitrarily hand out these dates to future mothers, getting our expectations up likely beyond what they should be. But just in case you are thinking about making an appearance in the next 24-48 hours, I wanted to present some reasons that could reinforce your very wise, well-made decision. The first reason could be classified as a bit "selfish" on my part I suppose. I'm just really so completely ready to not be pregnant anymore. Don't get me wrong, I have considered it a tremendous privilege to carry your sweet little self in my belly for all these many, many, maaaany weeks now.  It is truly a miracle, one that makes it difficult for me to understand how anyone can carry a human life inside of them and not fully believe that there is a ...

I'm a firm believer in not cluttering a blog with posts written within a year or less of each other.  Yearly blogging is what keeps the people coming back.  They call this writing element " Suspense. " Or "raising a tiny human with no leftover energy to blog."  Either way. I tried to Tweet for a while there but I can't seem to work well within the restraints of 140 characters.  I'm an internal processor who likes to process via writing, so my hashtags alone end up exceeding the character limit.  #dontlimitmetwitter #howdoesmileycyrusdoit I will share one of my most recent Tweets however, because it just deserves that kind of public exposure. "Your eyebrows look really nice, they've really grown in!"   #stuffmymomsays #thankyou? Since my last installment here, approximately 18 months ago, I've gotten some sleep, watched my baby turn into a delightful toddler, and decided to bake another kid inside of me who I hope to unveil to ...

"God loves a lullaby in a mother's tears in the dead of night, better than a Hallelujah sometimes.." - Amy Grant I remember when a friend half-jokingly reminded me of this lyric when I was having long nights with Emma in the early days.  Well, those days are back courtesy of my currently least favorite 6 letter word Eczema (my formerly least favorite 6 letter word was of course Monday ).  I have a suspicion that Emma really understands and appreciates the benefits of sleep.  We've had some great nights when she hasn't been struggling with stomach issues or itchy skin issues.  But recently we've had some terrible nights due to the latter.  I feel like a bit of a wimp because I know that it could be worse and that mothers around the world go through difficult seasons with their kids, but after being up from 11pm to 1:30am last night with Emma and then attempting to settle my mind into sleep, I started mentally composing this blog entry.  I have ...

I have 3 (admittedly half-eaten) loaves of banana bread hanging out on my counter currently.  This is dangerous as I am the only person in the house who consumes them.  Josh isn't a big fan and bananas have not "agreed" with Emma so far (I'll spare you the details..)  In the end, I will not be accused of wastefulness in regards to these beautiful potassium bread loaves, so all is not lost. I've had two people recently tell me how they enjoy the adventures I have.  While they aren't the most grand of adventures, I will admit that we conquered both Swedish Disneyland (aka IKEA) and the Pumpkin Patch all in one single weekend.  And we even did some naps on-the-go courtesy of this little beauty... That's right, the Ergo carrier.  It is magnificent.  My back thanks me every time I wear it.  And if we had an 8 year old son (as pictured above) we'd tote him everywhere on our backs.  Because 8 year old boys deserve a break like anyone els...

First of all, I've had two people in the last few days comment on my "bald" baby.  Emma is quite fair I'll admit (and Josh laughed when I responded with that to the first "bald" commenter) and her hair is very blond, but still, there's hair hanging out there.  Do I have anything against bald babies?  I don't think so.  Would I buy her one of these if I really felt it necessary?? Of course. Either way, the second lady said there's a good chance Emma would have curly hair because she's bald.  Good to know.  :) Aside from silly baby anecdotes, I've been up earlier with Emma these days (she's taken a liking to 6am..) so I find myself watching the news and the Today Show.  While watching these, it's not long before I feel overwhelmed by the amount of terrible news in the world.  The devastating earthquake in Turkey, a missing baby in Missouri, and the chilling attack of a sophomore student on freshmen students...

I had the delightful privilege of meeting some new lady friends (as I like to call them) last night as we played Bunko at Hilary's house.  I consumed more M&M's, Skittles, gluten-free apple pie (homemade no less), and Jelly Belly's than I care to remember.  I can't be blamed for this.  But I can blame the sugar rush (or most specifically the sugar crash) on my inability to focus during the second round.  I could also attempt to blame the red dye #6 treats on my inability to win.  But because it is culturally appropriate to yell out  "You're the Biggest Loser!"   in crowds now, I was deemed as such, given this lovely basket, and felt like it was  my birthday/National Coffee Day all over again!  Incidentally, I can also make my entire Halloween costume this year out of what I won! (I'll figure Hilary into the costume as well somehow)  Perhaps my multi-purpose jack-o-lantern glasses will ensure that we avoid the Ha...

#12 of the "50 Creative Ways to Make Your Blog Popular" website suggests: Write something funny or disgusting. (Don't make it a habit) Here we go people.  Yesterday, because Emma so desperately needed a nap and I so desperately needed a homemade americano (I exaggerate, yes), instead of risking waking her up by grinding my newly purchased Costco beans (roasted by Starbucks) in the kitchen, I decided to grind them...in the bathroom.  Don't be grossed out (or "sicked out," Jaime).  And don't worry, I won't make it a habit.  Or if I do make it a habit, I won't habitually write about it on here.  Because I'm banking on this "50 Ways.." blog to really be my ticket in life.  Whatever that means. Also disgusting is this head cold that came out of nowhere.  Thirdly disgusting is the rain that flooded my dreams of taking the tiny human to the pumpkin patch today.  But, I am hopeful that the little sunballs peeking through the clo...