In Her Own Words

[...] his feelings in such a grown up way instead of through bad behavior. So, that night we had ice cream for dinner. Ice cream topped with candy bars, gummy bears, chocolate chips, cheese cake bites [...]

Boo: "Whoever talks first loses!" The Hubs and me: stunned it was his idea and quite pleased, "Deal!" Boo: Quiet for a surprising amount of time and [...]

[...] for a 3-year-old. While watching the Bachelor on Hulu last night I was so disgusted by crazy Salt Lake Guy I almost had to gouge my eyes out. I kept looking at The Hubs wide-eyed thinking, "Did [...]

Dear Heavenly Father, Thank you for my baby. I love it and I miss it. I promise to make him happy and keep him warm. Amen. [...]

"Dear Heavenly Father, Please bless I can have my baby. I want it so bad. I don't know why it's taking so long. I really, really don't. I just want i [...]

[...] up, baby toys and Bug's half eaten snack with a small tick of my eye, I developed soon after Baby Boo was born he asks, "What did you do today?" Poor soul. Heaven help him. I yell, "I [...]

[...] up, baby toys and Bug's half eaten snack with a small tick of my eye, I developed soon after Baby Boo was born he asks, "What did you do today?" Poor soul. Heaven help him. I yell, "I [...]

[...] . When I rub the back of his little neck he burps 99 percent of the time. It's genius. He is a cuddle bug. He loves to be swaddled as tightly as humanly possible. If he's not swaddled his hands will [...]

[...] mistakes. Mothering is bundled with guilt, worry, inadequacy, self doubt and a million other detrimental emotions, which at times, seem to highlight my shortcomings. Sound familiar? I find myself [...]

Boo: "What happened, Grandpa?" While pointing at a scab on his arm. Grandpa: "That's a spider bite." Boo: "Ouch. My mom can fix it, she's a doctor." G [...]

[...] ' resurrection. Boo thought it was magic... and very, very tasty. This is a keeper. The next morning Boo woke up and asked, "Can I have some more Jesus'?" I'm pretty sure he totally grasped [...]

My days are measured in naps, none of which are mine. The last six months have been - oh what's the word - a blur, crazy, foggy, hilarious, loud, [...]

My days are measured in naps, none of which are mine. The last six months have been - oh what's the word - a blur, crazy, foggy, hilarious, loud, [...]