Two and Three Quarters
I’m not sure where I fall in terms of level of craftiness, but it’s definitely far below Martha Stewart and somewhere slightly above Casual Pinterest User. With enough motivation, I can usually throw together a decent craft. Candle-making, however, has always seemed like something far from my reach–daunting even.
As many of you probably already know, I have a love-hate relationship with our cat. I try to love her and all she does is hate me. She is my husband’s cat; his first love. He got her when he was a junior in high school, almost 12 years ago. He carried her to school in a plastic Halloween pumpkin when she was just a kitten and the two of them have been inseparable ever since. She is a petite Tabby cat, with short legs and big beautiful eyes. She can be really sweet when she wants to be, but most of the time she struts around like she is too cool for school. She moved in with us 5 years ago and is constantly trying to get rid of me/come between my husband and I. I thought over time she would learn to love me, or at least appreciate me, since I am the one who feeds her and makes sure she has a clean litter box. No such luck.
It has been a long time coming, but I think my initiation into motherhood is complete. I didn’t get that overwhelming feeling, as soon as my baby was born, that I was meant to be a mom. If you read The Smell Log: Tales from my Labor and Delivery Room, you will remember I was a little disgusted by the alien-being that emerged from my body. In fact, for the first couple of months I walked around in a haze wondering when her real parents were going to come get her so I could get some sleep.
There’s a lot I absolutely hate about the internet, but there are several things I really dig. No, it won’t be like Oprah’s Favorite Things, but here’s my favorite internet memes of one of her episodes:
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And here’s the rest:
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If you take one thing away from the internet today about pregnancy, please let it be this book: Pregnancy is a Real Mother by Jeffery L. Zweig, MD. The title had us hooked immediately and the content did not disappoint. We even had the opportunity to ask the author a few questions.
A lot of our friends worried about the safety of our baby before we even brought her home from the hospital. Not because they thought we were going to be bad parents, but because of the size of our dogs. We have a 100 pound Great Pyrenees and a 200 pound Daniff (Great Dane/Mastiff mix). Their size is very intimidating, but they are by far the sweetest dogs in the world. Our friends would ask silly questions like: “What if they carry her away?” “What if they step on her and you can’t get them off?” Um, I’m not going to be leaving my baby unattended on the floor the first day home from the hospital….now the 180th day is another story.
The first year of parenthood for every mom is a whirlwind of adjustments: less sleep, new schedule, new eating habits, new human being to learn about, etc. What we didn’t realize is that motherhood would also bestow upon us a very particular set of skills (insert non-existent Liam Neeson emoji here). More specifically, we gain ninja-like like skills that help us do anything from getting baby to sleep to finding the opportunity to cram a bite to eat in our mouths.
Not sure exactly what I’m talking about? Well, maybe you can identify with some of these stealthy moves:
After last night’s episode of “Married At First Sight” I am totally optimistic about seeing love grow between the couples who volunteered to be married as complete strangers. However, the episode ended with a season preview that has me sitting in suspense (I mean, we know marriage isn’t a cake walk, but can these strangers really work through their shit together?) Now, I will spend the next several weeks watching them work through changes and their issues and at the end of six weeks, they will decide whether to stay married or get divorced.
Two and Three Quarters 