I was driving home from work, sweating in my car when something caught my eye. A '98 Saturn SC1. A black one. Just like the one I used to have. There aren't many of those on the road anymore, so I immediately waxed nostalgic about my old one. This one was identical. Except for the... Continue Reading →
Mr. Independent
Hope you all had a Happy 4th of July. July 4th marked 3 months from Brandon's birthday. We weighed and measured him for his baby book. 16.2 lbs, 26 inches. It's hard to believe he used to be half this weight. I've struggled with him being in daycare a little. He has a cough now,... Continue Reading →
first to go
Week one of being a working mother completed. I must say - it is exhausting. I wake up at 6am now. I shower, feed the baby, bathe and clothe him, groom and dress myself, eat breakfast, then drop him off at daycare. I go to work where I am frantically trying to learn my new... Continue Reading →
stigma of adopted children
Allow me to take a break from my incessant Brandon updates and hop atop a soap box for an evening.Tonight's topic: how much I hate the negative stigma adoption is given socially or in the media.I first remember adoption having a negative connotation from the Baby-Sitters Club book, Claudia and the Great Search. In a... Continue Reading →
daycare day
Brandon and I right before heading to daycare. I wasn't as much of a mess as I thought. I mean, of course I teared up. The daycare ladies were prepared with a "first day survival kit," containing, most importantly, kleenex. My tears had dried by the time I made it to work. I brought in a... Continue Reading →
flip flops, dimple, new cousin
Summer is here! Well, it's been here for quite awhile now, really since before Brandon was born. He has a lot of summer clothes, but I really don't understand why they even make shorts and flip flops for babies because they're always cold and bundled up. Probably just because they're cute. I put Brandon in... Continue Reading →
dress up
There are hardships that accompany motherhood that prior to having children, no one tells you about. It's as if all mothers have taken an oath of secrecy: to not to disclose the unpleasantries to potential parents in an effort to keep the earth populated. The only unpleasantry allowed to be discussed is sleepless nights. We... Continue Reading →
fun with baby
Being a mom isn't just a drag like some parents make it out to be. I've had some fun with this kid - watching him grow and learn has been my entertainment - it has to be: daytime TV sucks. Here are some of my favorite things so far:1. Brandon is the dirtiest between his... Continue Reading →
ten weeks
Can you believe how much he's changed in ten weeks? It's hard to believe how quickly he's grown. (I didn't pose either of these pictures - he just likes putting his fist on his chin)My baby is a little man. More about that tomorrow. Steve and I just got season 4 of Breaking Bad and... Continue Reading →
mama’s boy
Brandon is becoming a mama's boy. I think it's adorable. Steve doesn't. I went out for drinks with my friend last night, and checked my phone halfway through. There were texts from Steve:"Won't stop crying"...and 15 minutes later:"Asleep!"The same thing happened when I went for a run (my first run in a year - it... Continue Reading →
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