“And to all of the little girls who are watching this, never doubt that you are valuable and powerful and deserving of every chance and opportunity in the world to pursue and achieve your own dreams.” -Hillary Clinton
Today my hair was colored and cut for the first time in almost two years. That’s kind of a long time. Yes- I was working very hard to grow out a pixie cut, but it was definitely more than that… I simply wasn’t making it a priority. Which is okay. But that says something. This ties into… Continue reading The Reborn Mom
I really try not to complain about being busy. For two reasons:
It’s annoying. EVERYONE is busy. We’re not alone or special in our busy-ness.
And when I step back and really look at what’s going on around me, I am so beyond grateful for the everyday-ness of it.
This was the worst day of my life. Looking back on this entire ordeal, I have pinpointed three times that were the scariest. That if she didn’t get the right intervention, she would have died. This day, this post, covers the first one. As scary as it was to go up to the PICU, to… Continue reading Zaza in PICU: Day 1
I took Zaza to the doctor last week. She had caught her sister’s latest cold-like sickness, and I was trying to be super cool about it. I am not one to rush to the doctor, and I am not one to overreact. Actually, that’s not the whole truth… I would secretly love to overreact. I would love to have a… Continue reading The Zaza Saga… from the start
Today is World Autism Awareness Day. Some people want to call it Autism Acceptance Day. I will take either/both. If awareness and/or acceptance can be spread, I am on board. First, some awareness, with a quick overview from the CDC with info you may know: 1 in 68 children (1 in 42 boys) has been identified on the… Continue reading World Autism Awareness Day 2016
2015 did not have the most auspicious ending. I had been hunting around for a babysitter for New Year’s Eve for a couple of weeks. Lots of dead-ends due to everyone else’s hopes for a fun evening and a memorable start to 2016. This particular New Year’s Eve was my eight-year anniversary with Jesse. Getting married on New Year’s… Continue reading An inauspicious end