casey coombs

eating at BlogHer when you’re constantly feeding someone else. {sponsored}

So let’s pretend you’re at BlogHer ’11 and for whatever reason you don’t make it down to breakfast in time for whatever reason. (Sharing a room with six girls and one shower? Hangover? TINY LITTLE BABY ON HER OWN SCHEDULE?) Have you been to the Hillshire Farm booth? Where they will make you a deliciousContinue reading “eating at BlogHer when you’re constantly feeding someone else. {sponsored}”

the one about me not being able to breastfeed.

“Invented in the mid-1800’s as a last-ditch option for orphans and underweight babies, packaged infant formula has since been perfected to be a complete and reliable source of stress and shame for mothers.” -Tina Fey, Bossypants I do not produce breastmilk. I figured I’d better come clean on this whole subject since some of youContinue reading “the one about me not being able to breastfeed.”

unsent-imentality.

Dear ______, I can’t believe the year you’ve had. You’ve handled it with such grace and strength. I wish I could have been there for you more, but just know you were (and always be) in my heart everyday. xo-me. Dear ______, When I think about that long awaited baby in your belly my armsContinue reading “unsent-imentality.”

smatterings.

Goodbye July! While we’re at it let’s just say goodbye to 2011 because I never even had time to say hello to it. Has this year gone outrageously fast for anyone else? I’m pretty sure if I wrote a check right now I’d still but 2010 in as the date. Many of you asked ifContinue reading “smatterings.”

i like spinach because my mom lied to me. {sponsored}

If you ask my mom about her greatest parenting accomplishments, getting my sister and me to fight over steamed spinach as kids by lying to us is certainly one of them. She told us they were ‘sweet leaves.’ I mean, c’mon, what kid isn’t going to want to eat sweet leaves? As I recall thereContinue reading “i like spinach because my mom lied to me. {sponsored}”

live and diastasis.

So I have a tear down the middle of my stomach. Technical name? Diastasis Recti. What does it look like? The one on the left. image copyright 2010 Julie Tupler, RN Does it hurt? Yes. Quite badly at times. Can you feel your guts through it? Yep, and it’s just as gross as it sounds.Continue reading “live and diastasis.”

dear brain,

I’d be remiss not to thank you for the excellent work you’ve been doing for me lately. Especially when it comes time to dominate my family at monkey match each night. I know you’re well aware that this whole making our living on the Internet thing is feast or famine and we’ve had to passContinue reading “dear brain,”

the one about vivi’s hair.

So. Maybe you’ve noticed Vivi’s hair. She came out with it and it hasn’t gone anywhere since. Addie wasn’t born with quite as much but she has since made up for her follicular shortages at birth with a mop of her own. Cody drew you a picture in case you’re not familiar. She’s taken toContinue reading “the one about vivi’s hair.”

traveling with kids without traveling to the crazy farm. {sponsored}

Hey remember when I told you about that time we packed up and drove across the country with a two month old and a six year old? I didn’t? Yeah, that’s because I was hoping to never have to think about it ever again. Vivi lost her mind and decided she hated everyone and everythingContinue reading “traveling with kids without traveling to the crazy farm. {sponsored}”

drinking perfume in an attempt to sweat it out has crossed my mind…

It’s time to crowd source your brilliance. The past week temperatures in Indianapolis have been similar to the surface of the sun. For those of you unfamiliar with heat + humidity = heat index, imagine standing in front of a running semi on the hottest day you can imagine while wearing winter clothes. One ofContinue reading “drinking perfume in an attempt to sweat it out has crossed my mind…”