Lovelies, So, I was shopping at Walmart the other day when I came upon this mother with her 3 kids. Due to the racial disparity, I could tell that at least one was adopted. AND YOU GUYS, THEY WERE SO
Lovelies, Oh. My. God. I have got some crazy baby fever going on right now! Like, honestly, I just wasted an entire hour that was supposed to be used to write this post by searching baby names endlessly on Google,
Lovelies, The baby is weaned. He was weaned right before 15 months like we’d hoped. It was mostly smooth, a few rocky days of crying and wanting his morning feed, but overall that’s pretty good. I almost gave in/up. But
Lovelies, Holy balls am I struggling. I need to work out. Like I have to move my body, for my sanity, but also to lose some weight and get healthier again before we do the FET. I have to start,
Lovelies, A recent dinner conversation with the Bean Sprout went as such: “I love you, more than I loved my six pack… and that’s a lot… and I miss it, but I’d miss you more.” Truer words were never spoken.
**Trigger Warning: Infant death and grieving** *I never post on Tuesdays but I needed to get this out today. You see, today is the year anniversary of when my very dear friend lost her daughter. So today is about her
Hey Lovelies, So today is just gonna be about Bean Sprout, because I cannot believe how big he is! As I said last week, we are working on weaning. Slowly… Or so I thought. Then the same night that I
Lovelies, I. Am so. Tired. No, tired isn’t right. A good nights sleep fixes tired. I’m fucking exhausted. Mentally, emotionally, and physically. I am just drained! We’ve been sick off and on for a month and so that’s been brutal.
Hello Lovelies, Lately I’ve been trying to take some time to draw most days. Well, sketch really, with pencil. I LOVE to sketch but don’t usually make much time for it. The last entry in my art journal before this
Oh Lovelies, My heart is so heavy. I have been avoiding writing this piece but I need to share it now. My beloved dog, Maverick, is no longer living with us. We’ve had to re-home him. A decision that was