Tag: breastfeeding

Ollie’s 14 months old now. He’s been walking for months, nods his head “yes” and “no”, beats up on his sister and does long division. OK. So the beats his sister up part isn’t true… Anyway, one thing Oliver doesn’t do is sleep through the night. He’s normally in bed by 7 or 7:30 and… Continue reading I Need Flexible Boobs

I just checked my email – after a day spent away from the computer and spent instead on the Little Big Planet demo – and I was met with an email asking if I’d like to go to this thing in October. A thing that will require me to fly…something I abhor after spending 22… Continue reading What Should I Do About Ollie and My Boobs?

So, I just stepped in it. Cara, Ollie and I were all sitting at the table eating dinner and Cara and I were going over animal sounds and what animals live in the ocean-that kind of thing. Cows came up and I asked Cara what sound they make. “Moo!” [Genius, I’m telling you.] I couldn’t… Continue reading Mother, Thy Name is Cow

If you’ve read me for very long [that sounds a bit pretentious but you know what I mean] then you know that I’m a bit of a hermit. I’m perfectly fine staying home with the kids until Tucker comes home and then we all go out together. Truth be told, Tucker is a bit of… Continue reading The Hermit is Leaving the House

I received an email today with a link to a piece that was published in the Atlantic. The email came from a pro-breastfeeding group and I clicked over ready to damn the piece since the group was obviously up in arms over what had been written. But, as I read the story, a lot of… Continue reading On Breastfeeding

Can you trust what someone says if that someone is sponsored? You hear a lot of talk around the Internet about transparency. [That’s just a fancy word for honesty.] If you’re affiliated with a company then you’re supposed to disclose that affiliation. Some expect you to say how much you’re paid. [That won’t happen here… Continue reading Pay the Piper

I was planning on writing about the farce that is sharing but I’ve saved that as a draft for a rainy day. Tonight, I shall write about Oliver. Some back story, though I’m sure I’ve probably written about this before. I found out that I was pregnant with Oliver on my birthday of 2007. [Jan… Continue reading The Unwanted Child

Today was Oliver’s “four month” check-up.  He attained the rank of five months on the 12th but due to insurance issues, we had to reschedule him to today. Cara was super excited about getting the chance to see her pediatrician…even though Cara screams every time she sees said pediatrician.  What can I say?  Two year… Continue reading If Women in the Amazon Can Do It…

This is apparently the week of Ollie.  Kinda like the year of the Ox but not nearly as long. I called Oliver’s pediatrician this morning and asked that she call in an antibiotic.  It’s not that I don’t enjoy breastfeeding my four month old with him sitting up…it’s just awkward.  That and the reason that… Continue reading Maternity Pants and Adoption

I, for one, am VERY glad that Ollie’s course of Prednisone is over tomorrow morning. It’s not that it made him crazy emotional or overly excited but it was just a pain in the ass to get him to take it.  I had to get a cube of smooshed up banana out of the freezer,… Continue reading Steroid and a Sponsor