I grew up in a house with parents kissing each other in the kitchen and tickling each other on the couch. Gross, right? Wrong. The gross part is after one of us four girls asked them to get a room, my dad said firmly (every. single. time.), “If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be here.”
Yes, “That’s what she said” jokes fly at family dinners and we may have watched one or two movies we shouldn’t have when we were younger, but nothing beats your own dad reminding you that it wasn’t a stork that dropped you off. Continue reading “My Dad’s Not-So-Subtle Reminder”
My husband gave me a massage for Mother’s Day and I finally got it this week. I left the baby alone with him for the first time ever. I think it took me the first 55 minutes of my massage to relax.
You see, my husband had never changed a diaper when we had our girl. We are both the youngest in our families and although we have nine nieces and nephews, we are far from being described as kid people. Continue reading “A Better Father’s Day Gift”
You know how it goes: get pregnant, get advice. Bad advice, outdated advice, weird advice.
You MUST know how to swaddle well. My baby acts like you are wrapping her in thorns. Never been swaddled a day in her life.
Make sure you read to her for an hour a day. Her whole library takes approximately 8 minutes to read. Now what? Continue reading “The Only Advice to Give Moms-to-Be”
Whether you are on your knees tying little shoes, on your knees vomiting from morning sickness, or on your knees praying for lives yet to exist, we have always been moms. We were made with this untapped love, with natural instincts. We were made to mother these children.
I’m trying to pinpoint when the change went from – “We’re having a baby!” to “She’s having a blowout!” The day I became a mom.
I’m not talking about when you push a watermelon out of your hoo-ha. Sure, something inside of you changes when you hold that squishy ball of smell-good. But things had been changing for a while. Continue reading “The Day You Become a Mom”