motherhood calling

I was in the zone forty minutes into an "overtime" hour-long workout at the gym. It was my favorite instructor, Amanda, my gym woman-crush (and based on the over packed class, I am not alone in admiring her) and after the day before's dancing extravaganza it was my happy place. I don't really ask for much… Continue reading motherhood calling

top 5 reasons I’m a terrible mom blogger 

I don't ever make lists  I don't have a "niche" I have no unique expertise on parenting, except for flying standby with kids. That I know something about I spend more time envying other moms rather than being envied (or presenting myself in an enviable way) I think I'm far too self-conscious to self-promote in… Continue reading top 5 reasons I’m a terrible mom blogger 

tales of breastfeeding in, *gasp*, public

I breastfeed H on demand. Sometimes H wants to eat every two hours, sometimes every three or four. He'll take his time on the boob on occasion, but generally, it's less than ten minutes. Any woman who's breastfed knows you are on-call 24/7 to your baby, but your breasts also grow minds of their own.… Continue reading tales of breastfeeding in, *gasp*, public