OHMYGOD, We’re Back Again

We slowly walked away with forlorn expressions and broken hearts but then seconds later (once we were safely out of sight), jumped with total elation. Oh, Happy Day! It was the first day of

It’s Not Me, It’s Actually You

“Mama?! Mama!! Help me, Mama!!!”

I am convinced there’s nothing more terrifying than being suddenly jolted out of sleep by deafening, frenzied screaming. My first frantic thought is:

Screaming To Be Heard

I’m running down the street- enraged and heated. All I can see is red. With tears streaming down my face, I’m screaming at the top of my lungs- a primal, ear-splitting, guttural scream. This is as close to reality as my

The Motherload

I feel like what I’m about to say might be controversial, but this is my take on it. I am up for a healthy debate if you are. This might also be considered a rant. A friend of mine recently forwarded me a beautiful video of a man praising a

All the Things In Between

Babies are miniature people who require their own everything: tub, crib, playpen, rocker, swing, potty, clothes, chairs, car seats, stroller, diapers, wipes, bottles, toiletries… everything. And all this could vary with different baby stages (so even more things)! Currently, my modest 3-bedroom house is