love. this. face.

so, I think I figured out why (well, part of the reason) I am not the most regular blogger. I can't access xanga easily with my iPhone!

let's face it, I'm addicted to this damn thing. my life is on it, and everything I do is, too.

after being gifted several iTunes gift cards last week for my birthday (yeah, another year older), I purchased the super-expensive iBlogger app. ugh.

BUT, if it encourages me utilizing this outlet more, I'll consider it an investment.

so, did this blog even come through right? can you see it okay? let me know!

(though if it doesn't, I'm pretty sure I'll be gone for a few more days, as I'll be hitting my head against the wall continually for spending $10 on a damn app!)

Listen, girl, the time is now;
The winds of change are blowing.
Every season has it’s end,
It’s time for you to get going.

Everything seems the same, girl,
The challenge you loved is gone.
The same shit greets you every day;
Now’s the time to move on.

Take that leap, girl,
It’s time for something new and fun!
Say good-bye to the old, ring in the new,
It’s been a good run.

Don’t be afraid, girl,
You really can do it all!
Believe in yourself, have faith,
And you’ll never fall.

Being a new mom is fun and exciting, though at times, a bit stressful. Between work and baby, I was balancing it all well. Continue reading →

I've really wanted to leave Xanga for awhile now. Yes, that's why I've stepped away. Anymore, all I've been getting is spammed from random users with their stupid, mindless crap. It's frustrating, really, but I'm sure that's what I get for walking away.

Plus, a lot of time has passed, and I feel like my relevance to Xanga has come and gone. Is that the case? Who knows.

I've been getting my blogging fix in other places—mommy blogs and such—but I find myself missing here. But I'm missing what Xanga was to me a year ago ... can I get that back?

Who's still around? Is it worth coming back?

Hellooooo? *echo*

Threw this together in 15 minutes, chronicling the past three years of our lives in Photo Booth. Thanks, iMac!

ENJOY!!!  Continue reading →

I went back to work this week. So far, so good, I suppose. Baby’s adjusting well to day care, and mommy’s still adjusting to leaving baby there.

[pause]

I’d like to take a minute to address a few “stay at home” moms I know. Please note: NOT EVERY “stay at home” mom is like this, but a few close to me are.

Oh, the comments I get from some of them! It’s either how much of a blessing it is for them to “raise their child themselves” or they’ll lay on the “how could you leave your baby with strangers?!” guilt. “It’s such a shame you have to leave him every day”, they’ll say. “What if he calls them mommy?”, I’ll get. “I couldn’t imagine going to work until my kids were in school full-time. I didn’t want to miss a moment.” Continue reading →

As a little girl, I admired the grown-ups in my life. They always seemed to have the answers to everything. I didn't know how or why, they just DID. Continue reading →

Ever since I was little, I was mothering just about everything in sight: my dollies, my little brother ... even our dog wasn't immune to my maternal ways. (I've got a picture of our puppy hanging out in my baby carriage somewhere. Heh.)

As an adult, I found myself so focused on getting pregnant, I didn't think about what it would mean—really mean—to be a mommy.

Sure, I knew the requirements on paper: give birth. hold cuddly baby. love them. raise them. send them out in the world. But the true job description didn't sink in until I saw my son for the first time.

Continue reading →

Okay, so here we are, almost April, and I'm FINALLY updating this thing. Slacker? Maybe so. But hear me out.

Pregnancy was going really well for a good stretch of time. I woke up every morning holding my breath, waiting for something to go wrong, and I was always pleasantly surprised.

Until January, that is.

As soon as 2010 began, it was like a switch was flipped. I was having some major blood pressure issues. Eventually, I was admitted to the hospital for a bit, then put on super-strict bed rest. You'd think a person would love laying in bed all day, every day—in theory, it sounds FANTASTIC—but it sucked.

It was a snowy day in February when we were sent to the hospital to be induced (strangely enough, NOT related to my blood pressure woes). 16 hours of labor, and we ended up needing a c-section. I wouldn't dialate past a 5, and poor baby wouldn't fit.

Noah entered the world February 12, (weighing 5 pounds, 13 ounces) meeting a foot of snow on the ground. He's my perfect little snow baby. Continue reading →