I’ve worked off and on since Ian was six months old. Well, to be fair, I’ve worked a little bit his whole life. I write, I cook, and I doula. I didn’t do much until he was ten months, and since then I’ve been as busy as I could manage, and still manage being a […]Read Post ›
When I first had Ian, the idea of potty training and toddler beds and sports and preschools was enough to contemplate putting him back inside. I overwhelm easy (in case you hadn’t noticed), and while I watched some moms tour schools before their kids could walk and practice elimination communication from birth, I busied myself […]Read Post ›
I know. What the Hell am I talking about? Today Ian spied The Museum Of Flying while playing with his lovely babysitter, Sophia. They checked out the planes that were outside for a few moments since the museum wasn’t open. Apparently, Ian was very, very impressed (what’s funny is I took him to this museum […]Read Post ›
I really never thought past being pregnant. I wanted to be pregnant and give birth since I was a ‘tween. Thankfully, I waited until I found a loving partner and had a reasonable head on my shoulders before it actually happened. Around 7 months pregnant, I started to realize that I was going to be […]Read Post ›
Y’all. I’m afraid to write this without knocking on every wooden surface in my home, but, this parenting thing is getting easier. I’m pretty sure I hit bottom sometime in January (I recall a tearful Mommy & Me on a rainy morning where all the parents seemed like robots, smiling and discussing the wonders of […]Read Post ›
Mandy Unruh 