casey coombs

mother’s day milk.

I have never seen a pig at the fair asking the other pigs where she might get some cabbage leaves for her bra. I actually had my bra done up and my shirt down today and Addie asked “Where you going all dressed mom?” Alternately, I was asked by the same little girl, “Mom, whenContinue reading “mother’s day milk.”

a guest post on motherhood from my mom idol.

The beautiful and talented Casey has asked me to write a guest post while she is hopefully resting after pushing a small human out of a very tiny area. (The fact that someone would call 10 small centimeters “fully” dilated just astounds me. But that’s a topic for another day.) Casey asked me to discussContinue reading “a guest post on motherhood from my mom idol.”

meet vivienne, the baby formerly known as mozzi.

Meet Miss Vivi. Born May 4, 2011 at 8:18 am in 3 pushes. 7 lbs. 13 oz. 20.25″ Curly haired, chubby and perfection in a baby. Vivienne means “alive” or “lively.” Her middle name is Jean, just like Aunt Cheryl. We’re working on getting to know each other, but I can already assure you we’reContinue reading “meet vivienne, the baby formerly known as mozzi.”

spoiler alert. there will be a baby.

We’re leaving for the hospital. 12:56 am EST May 4, 2011. xoxo

eleven months pregnant.

Today Katy Perry asked me if I felt paper thin, like a house of cards, one blow from caving in. Thanks for asking Katy, but no, I feel the complete antithesis of paper thin. Round, robust, thick and sturdy are a few adjectives that come to mind. We walked around the mall yesterday and IContinue reading “eleven months pregnant.”

give me your wonderful.

My 29th birthday is tomorrow. From the looks of things (my cervix) I’ll be able to enjoy some time with my sister, a good nap and something delicious for dinner. Then again, things could all change in the next 15 minutes, that’s the thing about carrying a full grown human baby in your stomach. You’reContinue reading “give me your wonderful.”

p is for panic, and parenthood.

I would now like to present a list of things that I panicked about with Addie that turned out to be nothing worth panicking about. everything. all things. every little thing. the works. and everything else. There was actually a time I worried that I would have to learn how to swaddle a three yearContinue reading “p is for panic, and parenthood.”

nimble I’m not, happy I am.

There have been many mentions about how uncomfortable I must be with this fully cooked human that has over taken the front of my body. The truth? I’m not really that uncomfortable. Yes, I get heartburn from really weird stuff, I can’t roll over in bed without getting winded, getting off the couch (or aContinue reading “nimble I’m not, happy I am.”

learning from the sad goose.

Most people who know me know that I am lukewarm to the existence of Canada Geese. Especially when their existence takes to slapping their goofy feet on the roof over my head and relentlessly honking at their buddies down on the ground when the windows are open. Canada Geese are the drunk frat boys ofContinue reading “learning from the sad goose.”

on loving a smaller version of yourself.

Last night I plugged in my desktop…on which the screen saver is every photo I have ever taken. I’m not entirely sure how long I sat in front of the monitor, but I do know by the time I went to bed the newest Groupon deal had been posted. Growing up I never wanted kids,Continue reading “on loving a smaller version of yourself.”