Blonde Story Short

Since I was clearly going to breastfeed my child (only weirdos have problems breastfeeding), we were never planning to visit Binky Town, USA.  Maybe after three months of age, when we were past: 1. Confusing her #nippleconfusionhuh? and 2. Making her lazy #thoselazyinfants Then Day 8 of Charlotte's life was here.  Not only was she all up on the formula, but I was super into any pacifying I could get my hands on. And so we packed our judgy bags and hit the BINK. We hit it hard. I can't tell you how many moms see pictures of my kid with bink-in-mouth and say "I wish (insert cool kid's name) would have taken the binky!" Apparently regardless of the extensive literature against pacifiers these days, most moms would prefer to risk the terrifying ill effects of the binky and make their kid happy again.  I say "again" because literally seconds ago he/she was in fact happy.  Then the wind blew, they got pissed and you had to decide:   Baby wrath or B...

I don't know about you but I really enjoying knowing everything.  Obviously I. Know. Everything. Especially about babies, even before I had a baby...and now that I have one- watch out. Like every other mom,  I could talk all day long about being a mom and my kids (*don't forget they range from 3.5 months to almost 20).  We've got lots to say.  Sometimes we even emulate a bunch of hens clucking, it's impressive. What I want to share most recently are three things I KNEW I would never do as a mom. For the sake of this three part post we'll stick to things I'd never do with the baby- my journey with female teenagers is flawless...or would just take too long to write out * Obviously I started having babies at 11 years old. PSYCH.  It's a much better story than that.  I figure I'll start with the biggie .  It's mostly "big" because everyone else thinks it is... BREAST FEEDING Don't be confused.  I never KNEW I would N'T breastfe...