I’ve done it again. I’ve let that nasty thing called pride rob me of my serenity. I don’t want to bore you with all the, well, boring details of my little sob story, but I recently found myself crying in my bed all because of a bruised ego. My husband came to my side andRead the whole post >>
InsideCatholic Article
Read my InsideCatholic article on why I nurse at the mall and at Mass here. Speaking of nursing, for those of you who have been following the little nursling who wasn’t, it seems she was simply on strike. For the past few days, she’s been back at it.
Weaning Mommy
Love hurts, especially when you’re trying to nurse a baby who keeps biting you. For the past two days my baby Rae has refused my breast. She either pushes it away or gives me a quick (and painful) nip. This doesn’t stop me from trying to offer it to her. I’m like a lovesick teenagerRead the whole post >>
First Love
I’ve been in kind of a horse crazy stupor lately. Madeline and I recently paid a visit to the mounted police headquarters with our homeschool group where we both delighted in feeding carrots to massive, beautiful Percheron-Thoroughbred crosses. Madeline giggled when their velvety muzzles tickled the palm of her hand as she offered them carrots.Read the whole post >>
Declaring a Mommy Truce
I read this post (by way of Danielle Bean) at Arwen/Elizabeth, a beauty of a blog I just discovered and it inspired me to write this: I’m a card-carrying member of the Freak Mom Club. See, I nursed Madeline until she was 22 months and would have kept on nursing had I not been ableRead the whole post >>