My sweet little boy, I cannot believe that in May you will be 8 years old. I remember the day you were born, and the nights spent rocking you to sleep. Now you’re this skinny little thing, who still wants to cuddle and get hugs and hold hands. I know you’re going to grow out …
It doesn’t seem like eight years. I shouldn’t be able to close my eyes and replay that evening. It’s not fair that I can see it all and hear it all. It’s not fair that my mom was taken from me. I was only 17. I was pregnant. I needed her. I wish there was …
Dear Mom, It’s July of 2012, it’s been almost 8 years since you left. I don’t know why I write these at the most random times. Maybe it’s because I’m sitting here, watching my beautiful daughter sleep and wishing you could meet her. Oh Mom, I wish you could hold her. She has the softest …
Dear Baby, 8 weeks ago, we met for the first time. For the first time, I heard your cry. I felt the smooth silkiness of your newborn skin, I breathed in your new baby smell. I held all 8 pounds 3 ounces of you in my arms at long last. 8 weeks ago my dreams …
Maybe it has to do with the boys being almost six years apart, but I feel like a first time mom all over again. This is my first time breastfeeding, and I feel totally clueless. I’m spending hours reading online, reading on Twitter, trying to absorb as much information as possible. I’m analyzing diapers, tracking …
Thanks to this Flickr user for the above image. Cook/prepare food Sometimes it’s a full meal that requires many dishes, many spoons, other times it’s a simple sandwich, but everyday I work with food and no title of chef. – Laundry Pre treat, empty pockets, wash, dry, fold, put away. Don’t forget match the socks… …