This is a guest post from an anonymous reader who has a question and is looking for some feedback.  Let’s help her out, ladies!

I am seeking advice as a new mommy and wife of a soon to be lawyer. (more…)

 I feel utterly and totally deprived that I have lived my life for so long and not had the pleasure of eating something called “Veggie Booty”.  And I’m sure I’m not alone. (more…)

Tomorrow night is Parker’s concert!!!  Parker just spent some quality time in the hospital, and although Tammy, his mom, is the queen of couponing, gardening, and all things frugal, there is no coupon that says “Stay 2 days in the hospital, get the third one free!”.  It is up to us to be that coupon. 

Think about if you had to pay $3.00 for an ostomy bag every time your kid pooped.  Or if it cost $1000/month for just one of many medications.  And to top it all off, you get no government assistance whatsoever.  So dig deep, people, and give what you can.  “Inasmuch as you have done it unto the least of these my brethren….”

If you have no extra money, because you have your own mortgages, tuition, medical bills, what have you, Tammy appreciates prayers, positive vibes, etc.  Also, it would really help if you would TELL people about the concert!  Have a blog? Post a link.

So go to the concert if you can, and/or send money if you can, and tell people about Parker!

I’m somewhere else today.

Summer is here, and the tomato gods have spoken.

DH says we have to prepare for Tomato Armeggedan. (more…)

3:30am

Baby cries.

DH:”I’ll take her.”

Me: “No, I got her.”

DH: (still not moving, face mashed into the pillow)”No, I’ll take her”.

Me: (making moves to get the baby) “Oh yeah, where are you going to take her?”

DH: (half defiant, half gallant, but completely still asleep) “I can nurse her!”

What a guy.  Service oriented to the core, even when he’s half crazed with sleep deprivation.

I’ve noticed something around the Mommy blogs, and in my perusal of other mothering books.

Nobody is waxing lyrical about teenagers. (more…)

Today, I did lots with my baby.  I cooed at her.  I changed her diapers.  I put Desitin on her chapped little bum.  I sang her a song, and let her look at her new mobile that Grandma bought her.

Yessirree, I spent a good 12 minutes doing all of that. (more…)

Where to start?   My oldest was baptized recently.  The whole experience was sort of surreal, as if I was watching it from somewhere else.  Plus, how on earth did she get so old?  She had a beautiful white dress, which made me realize that the next time I blinked, she would be getting married.  What is the deal with time speeding up like this?  I’m not sure I’m a fan.

Toddler-Man escaped sans underwear and ran across the street. (more…)

The parents at my son’s preschool gave me a book shower.  And really, who can have too many books?  It was so fun to open old favorites and new titles alike. (more…)

I’m a dreamer.  Not in the Ryan Shupe “Dream Big” kinda way, but in the I regularly wake up screaming from nightmares kinda way.  (Yeah, I did that to DH about 5 days after we were married.  Only then did he have an inkling he might be married to a crazy woman.) (more…)

In managing 24 apartments, 90% of my job is dealing with plugged up pipes. It’s a refreshing way to wake up in the morning - a knock at the door, a grim faced tenant reporting a backed-up toilet, and my slow walk to their apartment to scope out the damage.

Tenants rarely admit to knowing the cause of the clog. No no, it’s all ignorance until our plumber Pedro goes down the pipe and pulls out the offending object. He finds all kinds of things. Coins, balls, shampoo lids, and last week, an entire package of wet-wipes, flushed one by one down the toilet by a bored toddler. But by the time the plumber comes in and snakes the pipes, everything has morphed into the same thing: slimy, black and utterly revolting. (more…)

At 6:30, Jeffrey crawls in bed with me, and trying to be quiet, gets under the covers and lays his head on my stomach. He likes to listen to the gurgling. Soon Beanie joins us, and wants to use my arm as his pillow, while he rubs my cheek and tells me how much he loves me. Abby begins to chirp from her room, and I peel the boys off my body to go get my girl. (more…)

My boobs and my stomach are too big for my regular shirts.   My bottom exceeds all measure.  I can get away with maternity shirts, but maternity pants are no longer feasible, despite the size of my backside. 

And here’s the crowning touch. My belly button still sticks out. Half an inch. I measured. 

As I struggled to figure out what to wear in public to a check-up for Little Sister (she’s slightly jaundiced), I wondered, How did I do this last time?

Oh yeah. Last time I wore sweats all day. Because it was winter.  In New England.  Where it’s cold.

Right now, it’s summer.  In the South.  Where it’s hot.

Any clothing tips from all you women who have done this whole lumpy post partum body thing in the summer would be greatly appreciated.

On a happy note, my daughter no longer looks like a squashed alien, and my fears that she had a stroke in utero because her face was so incredibly lopsided at birth proved to be unfounded.

I also caught Maggie, the dog, slinking out of my room, sucking on my daughter’s pacifier. Lovely.  She immediately dropped it and looked guilty, but not before I had a good laugh.  I need to remember to sterlize that thing, though.  I’m not a germ freak, but even I draw the line at giving 4 day old infants pacifiers marinated in dog drool.

Or so DH tells me.  I don’t remember much–pain and labor will do that, I suppose.  But here is what I do remember, and I’ll share why I just have to pat myself on the back for being so delightful.

To my knowledge, the only person I cussed at the entire time during labor was my husband.  He claims I also cussed out an IV pole that got tangled with all of my various drips as I was trying to drag it to the bathroom, and that my language was indeed colorful.  Good thing Little Sister can’t talk yet. (more…)

18 hours of labor

plus

2 IVs (more…)

If you want to see the newest, most lovely MMW baby girl, check out the picture at Times and Seasons…

She’s here, she’s 8 pounds, 3 ounces, (I think I have that right) and 21 inches long.  She’s perfect. She arrived just after 8 o’clock this morning, after 1 push.  Heather and baby are doing well.

Heather is officially in labor.  The pitocin drip is in.  We were kind of hoping for a D-day baby, but it doesn’t look like it’ll happen that quickly, so she’ll have to settle for 6/7/07.

I’m dying to see this baby!  I want to drive across the country right this minute, but I won’t.  I will, however, keep you posted.

This is posted at my personal site, but MMW gets much more traffic, and I though this was important enough to pass on…

Like many mama’s, I have been making the switch to Compact Fluorescent light bulbs. While I have not been sold on them actually lasting as long as the packages claim, and I’m not a particular fan of the sometimes bluish light they cast, I have made the move for the most part anyway.

Now, I am rethinking that move, and if you have kids, you might want to as well. (more…)