You don’t know how many times I tried to fix the post below (my boobs. . .), but I couldn’t get the pasted email to separate the paragraphs. So, get your reading glasses out and your piece of paper and line it up with each line on the monitor and begin to read. More than [...]
my boobs. . .
Today or rather yesterday since it is 12:14 a.m. was my last day of breastfeeding. I wasn’t so sad with Emma as I was with Ellie. I knew that I would have more children and breastfeed again, but since Ellie’s my last, I know that’s it. Also, when Emma would walk up to me during [...]
my oversized heart. . .
And today has come and gone like any other day. You can’t wait for your child to sleep through the night or even five solid hours. . .and then she does. You can’t wait for your child to say Mama. . .and then she does. You can’t wait for your child to crawl. . .and then [...]
Ellie’s 1st Birthday Party. . .
Who’s child is this that devours a cake with such force that she is afraid her Mama will take it away at any moment? Who’s child is this that is smearing icing up in her nose, trying to fit as much sugar in her mouth? Who’s child is this that will soon poop out this [...]
