what momma writes

dear little piece of skin, i know why you are there and why you hang out. literally hang out. i try to love you and embrace you, but you are just so there. all the friggin time. and everyone tells me not to like you. and to get rid of you. you are weak in physical form, but there is great strength from where you came from. you are the aftermath of the greatest gift. you are the constant reminder of the gift of motherhood and the gift of imperfection that is myself. some days you irritate me more than others. most of them are the days i see post partum moms strutting their best, oh so soon after birth. it's when i compare i start to hate you. and in turn, hate on me. i hide you well and i will likely continue to hide you. i just want to keep hating you less and less until one day i'll decide to just accept... ...and accept that the moms strutting their stuff probably are just hiding you too.

yea, yea my "baby" is 19 months old. i was warned that around 18 months you get some sort of fever. otherwise known as "baby fever." i think i have a little bit of this said fever. bird has been increasingly interested in her baby doll and very affectionate. she loves to share food, hug and kiss the baby, lay with the baby... needless to say it's very sweet to see her with a "baby" and imagine her as a loving sibling. but this baby isn't real. i should also add that she collapses on the baby, pokes out the baby's eyes, tosses the baby... the list goes on.  and then i'm quickly thankful that the baby isn't real. it also may be a little stronger due to the fact that i had a pregnancy dream last night. what is interesting is that in the dream my pregnancy wasn't even going "well" - whatever that means. i was pretty far along and i was really small. that should be good right, like i wasn't gaining 60 lbs like

happy father's day to my mister. my guy had to work the weekend so that totally blew, but we attempted to make it a nice weekend for him. we took mister coffee on sunday and got some take out in the eve. (which works for me too since i got out of cooking).  we had a bday for vince/pops day cookout at my grandparentals house on saturday where the cousins proceeded to wear each other out. no really, bird didn't fall asleep until 930/945p and slept until 945am! while this was great for me since i don't set an alarm, poor papabear didn't get to enjoy the extra sleep. arrrrrrgggggg!  i was able to snag some great finds through out the weekend at the city flea , hyde park farmers market and some other local spots.  we've been talking about getting a globe for a while and also starting a garden. i had this big, bad idea that i was going to build a garden this weekend and surprise the dada. then i quickly realized a few things: 1) oh yea, i have a toddler. 2) i do

I started writing this the eve before I had the "coffee incident" that I put on fb last week- this coffee incident happens all the time, no big deal, right? a little something like this: I was in line at our local sbux (I know, it's a chain coffee institution...) and was the 6th of 9 people in line. All but one person was on the phone in some capacity - texting, fb, ig, tweeting, vine-ing? god only knows and the list goes on. No one was making eye contact. No one was even remotely paying attention to their surroundings. eyes on phone and floor to see if the person in front was moving along. I'm guilty too: I walked in with my wallet and phone in hand. if I hadn't taken the time to notice the 7 other people on their phones I may have joined the "party" and, I don't know, done something really important, like check facebook so I know what my high school buddy is feeding their child for breakfast or a looked through 32 of my coworkers weekend pho

there are many times that i want to see the world from 18 months. sometimes i even get on that level to see what it looks like physically. running through the grass and spotting birds brings such joy. laughing at the book with the picture of the flower with a face or winne the pooh smiling - who knew they could make one so happy. smelling flowers and inspecting their petals in amazement. the best. the world would likely be happier if we looked at it from 18 months.