I survived an over-the-top baby shower... thanks to a Hollywood stylist.
After having my second baby just a few weeks ago, I've now decided that my name officially sucks. How did this happen? I loooooooooved my name. I still love my name. But it just doesn't have the same magic anymore.
I think C-sections have gotten a bad rap. It's not the real way to have a baby. The recovery sucks. You'll always have a scar. True. True. True. But I don't care. Didn't the first time (a year and a half ago), don't this time (2 weeks away).
WARNING: Pregnant women around the world might want to gag me and lock me in a closet after reading this, but I can't hold it in any longer. What is up with the obsession of getting a Push-Present?
Guess what y'all? I've got a baby in my belly again.... and he/she has been there for almost 7 months.
Ah, the indoor play-gym. Wild colors. Bouncy things. Countless ways to lose yourself in all-things-kiddie. They seem to be popping up everywhere I turn (or maybe I'm just noticing them more).
But if I may offer some wacky advice to moms who just might have the same twisted outlook on life as myself - If you see one, RUN AWAY! Run far, far away.
Who's a mean mommy? Me. And I'm kinda happy about it.
I recently hit a new low (or high, depending on how you look at it). I smuggled the last half of a margarita out of a Mexican restaurant after my one-year-old's restless tantrum at the table forced my husband and me to make a swift and early exit.
The modern mom's dilemma: would you ever work on the day of your child's birthday party?
As I write this, I'm getting ready to celebrate my baby girl's first birthday. (So soon?) Excitement, love and fulfillment runs through me to no end... a very different scenario than last year this same time.
Last fall, I was weeks away from giving birth and seriously worrying about my underwear.
