A Day in the Life: Toddler Edition


5:00am – 6:00am: Wake up at some point and look around confused. I fell asleep on the couch and remember waking up a few times in my bed but I cried out for Mommy so she took me out to the couch and laid with me so I wouldn’t be afraid anymore, it’s dark and lonely at night in my room. Now I’m in bed with Daddy and Mommy is missing.

6:00am – 7:00am: I’m usually grumpy from waking up too early, closer to 5:00am, or happy because I woke up closer to 6:00am. Regardless, I’ve sat with my Gigi and drank some milk and am now roaming the house. Turns out Mommy was in the bathroom playing with her hair and putting that funny stuff on her face. Continue reading “A Day in the Life: Toddler Edition”

#Momlife: Year One


I know that I’ve been a mother, technically, since the moment of inception but this post isn’t about that. It’s about my first year as a mother to a living, breathing, human-being.

To say that it has changed me and my world is a total and complete understatement. Of course it has, if it didn’t I would completely judge myself. Creating, growing and nurturing a human being is a life changing experience. It is always on my mind.

Am I doing this right?

Am I doing that right?

Why isn’t she sleeping through the night?

Do all her teeth have to come in at once?

Why don’t I understand all her cries and whines? Shouldn’t I know these things by now? Why do they keep changing? Continue reading “#Momlife: Year One”

Nursemaid what?!?


It was a typical night. Dinner was cooked and eaten with gusto. Baths had been taken, with the majority of the water staying in the tub. Laughs could be heard throughout the house, until that cry of pain that wouldn’t go away. It bought our household to an immediate stop.

Why wouldn’t Emmie stop crying, why was she holding her arm so limp? She could squeeze my fingers. She did her best to stop crying but just the slightest touch to her arm started the tears anew.

There was no swelling or bruising, did she fall on it in her attempts to walk? She can’t tell me what’s wrong, only cling to me in the hopes that I can make it better.

Do I take her to the ER? The Urgent Care? Am I being too paranoid or not paranoid enough? What is the right answer? Continue reading “Nursemaid what?!?”