Discovering Makeup – Uncovering Confidence
This blog post about soothing a crying baby with colic has been compensated by Collective Bias, Inc. and its advertiser. All opinions and advice are mine alone. #MyLittleRemedies #CollectiveBias I have two adorable lovely children. They are my sun and moon. (Thank you Daenerys Targaryen) There is nothing better in this world than knowing that more »
I am so upset right now. Itty Bitty has been crying in his crib, alone by himself, for 37 minutes and 15 seconds. Before I put him down for his nap I snapped a few photos. This sleep deprived Tall Mom decided to make terrible meme of my child. I’m pretty sure this makes me more »
Our First Night Ferberizing Our Baby We swore we wouldn’t do it. We scoffed at the idea, acted all high and mighty… “Oh we could NEVER let our darling child cry.” (But cry he did. Granted, Itty Bitty had a serious case of colic until he was seven months old.) But if we had any more »
If you’ve been keeping up with my blog, you may have gathered that I’m a pretty big fan of The Walking Dead on AMC. I probably reference that show more than I really should. Sadly, when one watches this much zombie television, one is also likely to have creepy dreams associated with flesh eating back more »
For those of you who have not had the pleasure of meeting my darling colicky Itty Bitty, I’ll fill you in on a little secret… My tiny baby has some serious pipes. Like: I’m-going-to-be-the-lead-singer-of-a-rock-band sized pipes. Even the many years of being a music teacher (i.e.: listening to squeaking clarinets, booming bass drums, and pre-pubescent more »
God bless her heart, Mary chose to have a natural birth. So, if you’re wife wants to go the drugs route, then some of this post will apply to you. For all of you poor bastards whose wives plan on traveling the Thin Red Line of natural birth, I’m about to learn you somethin’ fierce. more »
I have three very vivid memories of the summer of 1997: 1. Teen summer camp at the YMCA. We would take daily field trips to beaches, parks, and other fun places throughout our state. I remember an older boy who smelled like Cheetos kept trying to hit on me, and the other two people I more »