Momming is Hard
“Is that a boy baby or a girl baby in there?” a pig-tailed girl peddled next to my stroller. “It’s a girl baby,” I smiled. “Good! Because boys are ugly,” the girl who looked around 7 years old sped down…
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“Is that a boy baby or a girl baby in there?” a pig-tailed girl peddled next to my stroller. “It’s a girl baby,” I smiled. “Good! Because boys are ugly,” the girl who looked around 7 years old sped down…
I have written so many blogs since my little girl’s birth…all of them drafted in my head during middle of the night nursing sessions, bouncing on the exercise ball to get her to sleep in those first weeks and in those moments while I…
This has been the summer of weddings…make that the year of weddings! In a little over a year I have watched six of my dearest friends walk down the isle and say “I do” to a new life. Each of these weddings…