Ever since adding baby food to my daughter’s diet, every meal is followed by at least a baby wipe bath. Seriously? In her ears….
Category Archives: My Daughter
The top picture is of me (the baby), my Nana (middle), my gran-nana (left), and my mother (right).
The bottom is my daughter (the baby), my gran-nana (middle), my mom (left), and me (right).
Bargaining with my six month old thus morning:
Baby girl, if you let go of Momma’s hair, she’ll go get you some juice!
It worked! Eventually.
Also, I have a headache today to rival, well, I dunno my head hurts to much to think about it.
If you need me I’ll be hiding here:
As soon as I figure out exactly where that is.
Been thinking about all the possibilities recently. All of them.
From the end of the world, to being pregnant again.
From coming into a lot of money, to getting cancer.
I must admit it’s very overwhelming and somehow grounding.
Typically I come to the conclusion: Just dance, it’ll be okay.
I’ve made a lot of choices over the past several years I know a lot of people would not have picked for me.
Going to survival school
Not going to collage
Having a baby (Yes, a choice)
Getting married (In no way related to the above choice)
And no, this life I planned for myself is not perfect. It’s not easy or wholly comfortable. But no one’s life is.
And you know what my life is?
Ultimately happy. Not perfect, I do not walk around in a constant state of bliss. But at the end of it. At the bottom of everything. I am happy.