I read Layla Grace’s blog for the first time last week.  I read the whole blog while crying my eyes out.  I’ve been praying for a miracle for her, or at least to make the pain go away in her final days.

Her blog hasn’t been updated in a couple of days, but I saw a tweet this morning that made me cry for a little girl that has touched me.  Precious, strong Layla Grace joined the angels.  My heart aches [click to continue…]

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As you know my husband and I were in San Antonio this past weekend for our first getaway without Monkey.  It was really a fantastic time all around!

I’ll spare you all of the details, but our weekend can be summed up in a few words: spa, drinks, sun, food (specifically queso), and walking.

I had the best spa day of my life.  It included an 80 minute swedish massage, 80 minute pedicure, manicure, body wrap, time in the sauna, steam room, & sipping on lemon water with cucumbers on my eyes in the relaxation room.

Ahhh, it was glorious!  (& it’s okay, be jealous.  I know I would! )

Fast-forward to the drunken [click to continue…]

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Bags packed: Check!

Monkey packed: Check!

Dog packed: Check!

Tomorrow morning we are dropping our dog off at the boarders.  Next we’ll be [click to continue…]

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First, I’m not divorcing my husband.

I got SO many emails & tweets about just “hanging in there” & that’s totally been my plan… but thanks to everyone who tried to convince me to stay  married.  :)

The truth is, divorce is not an option & I knew that we just needed to have a good talk about all that’s going on.  After I wrote the previous blog post, I went upstairs, handed Monkey to Tarzan, told him that I needed a break (he said “another break already?”), & went [click to continue…]

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(or something like that.  Don’t exactly quote me on the above number since I’m only going off of memory of something I previously read.)

Now while I can’t see myself joining the above percentage, I do see how it happens.

Before baby, said married couple has a strong marriage.  A great one full of awesome communication.  The wife does her own thing, the husband does his, & then things are done as a couple.  It’s easy & you think that throwing a baby into the mix will just add diapers to your life.  Ha!

After baby, even the strongest of married couples (myself & Tarzan included) start to [click to continue…]

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I’ve been feeding Monkey solids since he turned 6 months old.  I started off with Stage 1 foods once a day & Monkey seemed that he couldn’t get enough.  After doing that for about two weeks, I started to feed him twice a day.

My pediatrician never really said specifics when it came to feeding him, so I wasn’t sure if there was a correct order (formula vs. solids) to do it.  I would feed Monkey his jar of baby food first & then give him a bottle.

We went to the pediatrician’s office last week to get his [click to continue…]

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Arguing first thing in the morning is not exactly how I imagine starting my Saturday, or any day of the week for that matter.  But I guess that sometimes it’s just inevitable.

The start to my morning was just like every other day:  Get up with Monkey, feed him, play with him, put him down for a nap, and wait for my husband to wake up.  Ah, it must be nice to sleep in.

Anyways, when Tarzan woke up he went straight to making his breakfast.  Pretty normal for when a person first wakes up, unless [click to continue…]

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I just thought of a memory that seemed to happen much longer than just 5 months ago.  It was when I was suffering from postpartum depression & Monkey was about a month old.

I had a ton of questions about breastfeeding: if I was doing it right, if Monkey was getting enough milk, and all the other questions that new moms have when they are breastfeeding.

One of my “newer” friends volunteered to come over & try to help me out.  When she came over, my dog was acting super [click to continue…]

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It was time for Monkey to take his morning nap.  With a bottle in my hand & Monkey in my other arm, we went into his nursery to close the blinds, turned on his music, & turned on the fan.  It was quiet except for the soft music playing & quite peaceful in there too.

We cuddled as I began to rock him and feed him his bottle.  I guess the pears he had earlier filled his tummy because he wasn’t interested in eating his bottle.  He rested his head in the side of my [click to continue…]

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