I’ve never been a “stuff” girl. But having a baby demands that you have stuff. Play stuff all over the floor in the living room. Stuff in your purse. Stuff in your car. Stuff in the stroller. Stuff on the…

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Oh, That Face

After just being fed, diaper changed and letting out a big burp. I’ve slaved away to make him happy for the past two hours and he looks at me like, “Eh. It was ok. I give you a 6.”

In Da Club

It’s possible that Grady is not our son. He loves club music. Jason and I couldn’t be further from “club people.” But when the screaming starts, I turn to artists like Pitbull and Drake (that might not be their birth…

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I get so excited when Grady smiles. I smile at him and he smiles back. I make a funny face and he smiles. I do some weird goggly goo sound and he smiles. Then he farts. And stops smiling.

Love Your Shirt

When the cashier at Target proclaims he “loves my shirt.” I am insulted. It’s three times too small and covered in baby puke. If you see a mom and feel bad for her, don’t compliment her. She knows you’re lying…

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Grady’s Stripper Name

Your first pet’s name + The name of the street you grew up on = Your stripper name. Poor Grady will be known on stage as Ham Sandwich Arapahoe.

All the Single Ladies…

A serious post for a change. I have a new, profound respect for single mothers (and fathers). You will be sainted one day. Regardless of your religion.

Motion Detectors

Babies come with so many fascinating parts. Cute little button noses. Tiny cold toes. Itty Bitty mouths with incredibly precious smiles. And motion detectors. How does he do it? Grady can be fast asleep for an hour. The minute, no…

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Grady burped. Dylan laughed. We went home.

Baby Cheeses

Ok, I know I have two posts in a row about “baby” somethings but this is worth a read. I never thought food shopping would be a luxury I couldn’t indulge in. There’s no time. Therefore there’s no food. Of…

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