There are days when things just aren’t working. You start to think that clearly your kid hates you. They must think you’re a monster who happens to be called “Momma”. The eyerolls and sauce are being served all day long and the venom spits more with each passing hour. You walk around Target having to…
Monthly Archives: August 2011
This kid. He talks nonstop. He rarely takes a breath. He has strong opinions and can be very stubborn. He doesn't like "no". He's running really fast now. He says, "Hi" to strangers. He still parrots his older brother. He can't wait for his birthday in five months. You might have to wear a costume. …
Our kids have been at a YMCA daycare since they were 12 weeks and 6 weeks. Staying home was never an option, but I never worried about daycare. Whenever the discussion of staying at home or work comes up, people always say the same thing when I express my non-worried/daycare loving feelings. “Well, you…
Starting on Friday morning in Vegas, Mark started saying, "I miss the boys." I'm a weird Mom. I don't truly miss them until the second they pop out of the car. And then I start to get the ugly-face that comes with my type of crying. When I'm on a Momma Vacation, I take a…
I’m not good at it. I never have been which is why I’m still surprised that I call myself a photographer. My mom always took pictures. Get together. Squeeze in. Look here. Come on. Come on! One or two. Fuzzy pickles!! Dammit, smile. Mom’s got stinky feet! Stand here. Love each other. I grew up…

