Uh Oh, Mama’s Mad

Recently a good friend of mine and I were in an elevator. I was wearing Emily and holding Romeo on his leash. A woman riding with us turned to me and told me I should be careful with my dog. She said I should never let my baby ride him because her daughter did that and got bit.

I politely responded that Emily wasn’t really on the move yet, and that we wouldn’t be letting her “ride” Romeo anyway (duh!) Afterwards my friend turned to me and said, “Do people say stuff like that to you a lot? Just give you advice?” I told her yes. She said, ”That just made me so mad.” I was shocked to realize I wasn’t mad because those kinds of comments often do get to me. Case in point this morning.

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A new kind of morning

Emily slept later than normal this morning. I had time to make coffee, hang out a bit and even get dressed before she woke up. This has never happened before! As I drank my coffee uninterrupted, I found myself watching her on the monitor hoping she would wake up. I missed her!

It made me realize that even though mornings are no longer quiet and leisurely like they used to be, the love that swells my heart each morning when I see her sweet face is so much better.


My love bug

Real Life Yoga With Baby (VIDEO)

Today I cleared out space in my living room. I moved away my dog’s bed and folded up my husband’s mini putting green. I thought I’d record myself practicing yoga with my baby. Then despite my best attempts to create the “perfect” space, shit happened. Emily pulled my hair with her toes. She spotted a painting on the wall and laughed at it. I tried to do a push up and almost fell.

In each of those moments I was thinking “Oh shit, I’m ruining this video.” But then when I watched it later I realized that those “imperfect” moments were the beauty of it all. Those moments were what made it real.

So here’s the video that came out of it!


Body Worth

I was a timid sixth grader when I would occasionally take the bus home from school. Middle school was hard, and it was terrifying to have no friends on the bus with me. The older popular kids would sit in the back. The younger kids would sit in the front. I would sit in the middle row trying my best to be invisible.

One afternoon two older boys were talking loudly a few rows behind me. They proudly talked about masturbating. I pretended I couldn’t hear them, their words deeply uncomfortable for me. One of them said to the other, “I’m so horny all the time I could get turned on by anything. Seriously.” With that he looked towards me and said, ”I could even get horny from THAT.” I looked up and saw him pointing to me, to “that”.

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