Blogging

As many of you already know, I’m a tweeter. I’m also a bit lactose intolerant, but that’s for another day. I know, I know and now you’re all, “What?! She’s just teasing us with this mention of her lactose intolerance? Elaborate woman!” Talk about stringing you along! Next thing you know, I’ll casually mention I’m pregnant. Oh my God Ben just read that and did a mini-throw up in his mouth. I am not pregnant.

Anyhow, I’m on the Twitter last night and after a few drinks just before going to bed I tweeted:



I was being facetious. Sort of.

[Keep holding, if you don’t know what any of that meant; I’m about to explain. Also, seriously, I’m not pregnant, but the lactose intolerant thing is the God’s honest truth.]

And then, when I woke up this morning and checked my Twitter feed, I found this response from a one year old baby boy [baby Cole has his own Twitter account to augment his blog - of course he does]: ...Continue Reading »

When I first relaunched this site, I told you I would be transferring posts from the old site over to this new one. So that’s just what I did...I’d open up the old site, choose an old post, read the old post and then lie down next to my desk on the floor until the muscle relaxer I’d taken kicked in. Every word I read was processed in my brain and then sent down into my body where it responded by contorting and contracting in embarrassment.

If you could see my face when I read those old posts, you’d think I was watching circus bears riding bikes around in circles until they fell on the cross bars. Bear crotch injury isn’t easy to watch. ...Continue Reading »

Shortly after I began publishing [oh that sounds so important] this blog, I asked Ben if he’d like a little corner nook of his own, on this site, to write about pressing topics like boobs and poop. Of course he would. Fine, just be sure and keep up on your content. Of course he would. ...Continue Reading »

For the past couple of weeks I’ve been waking up early in the morning, before Whitney makes her way into our room. I lay very still in bed, breathe in the quiet, and stare out the span of windows in our bedroom which open up to the tree tops. I’m careful not to move a limb or turn my head, since I’m pretty sure toddlers have a heightened sensitivity to vibrations caused by the slightest movements. Waking-up without the "I NEED! I NEED!" alarm of angry, wet, hungry children is a ...Continue Reading »