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So remember when I was all “OH MY FACE! SO SAD!” in regards to the petichiae that had flared up so badly as a result of all my vomiting? (For anyone unaware, petichiae are ruptured capillaries just under the surface of the skin, some are raised and bumpy others are flush but bright red…they areContinue reading “love me, love my petichiae.”

Compassion fatigue. It’s term I first heard back in October, to me it basically means that while the Internet can bring about great and amazing things, it also means that we are exposed to so much heartache and people in need of help. Death, sickness, terminal illness, injury, natural disasters, loss and heartbreak. Leaving usContinue reading “help for broken hearts.”

Last night I walked a sobbing, overly tired little kid to bed. We were supposed to play a game together as a family but exhaustion proved to us that the only proper place for her to be was in bed. I helped her brush her teeth through hiccupy sobs and put pajamas on her sleepyContinue reading “when there’s safety in good night.”

*driving in the car listening to Christmas music* “Mom?” “Yes?” “Christmas and I have the same first name.” (Her actual first name is Mary…) ******** *snuggled up singing her ‘Silent Night’ before bedtime* “Silent night, holy night, all is calm all is bright…um…all is calm, all is bright…shoot…” *she turns and barks out in aContinue reading “my ladies.”

“Why don’t you brush your teeth?” That was the first thing out of the mouth of the boy I was hopelessly head over heels for in sixth grade. I tried to explain that I did brush my teeth, in fact I had never had a cavity! But I had too much fluoride as a kidContinue reading “sixth grade dreams and a lifetime of reality.”

When Cody and I were first together I felt the need to justify our relationship, to make the good exponentially awesome and pretend the bad didn’t exist. A lot of people (pretty much everyone who had ever known me) expected us (specifically me) to fail. I had gone from a wild and reckless existence toContinue reading “loce.”

Apparently there’s a reason to party in my tummy. Did you see this? Apparently a crap ton of you are in on it and have been since like, forever and I had no idea. Cody included. HOW DO YOU PEOPLE KEEP SECRETS? Can you write a book? And can I get a galley copy ofContinue reading “there’s a party in my tummy, no wait…”

I was able to spend 36 hours in Chicago with my little family. Even more specifically this man. This Lego building, goofy face making, Coke drinking, pizza eating, little kid carrying, ice skater watching, best smelling, most comfortable man in my entire world. How I ended up with him, I don’t know. But I goContinue reading “these twocago.”

Today at 6:23 p.m. EST you turned six years old. To be honest, the day could have ended better. Thankfully, there are pictures that tell the story of a good day. A story of balloons, sunshine, pancakes, pink cake and a little girl who received every gift her little heart could have ever dreamed of.Continue reading “six.”

April 15, 2004, approximately 8:33 am began one of the worst sick days of my life. It was the first day hyperemesis kicked in while Miss AddieLaRue was cooking away in my tummy. The day involved several projectile vomits (one on a nurse who deserved it) an IV and an assurance that I had never,Continue reading “more sick than the sickest sick.”