Category Archives: Amber may be…a mom
Amber may be… a sick mom
I’ve been sick for the last couple of months. Don’t worry! I’m not seriously sick. Nothing life threatening or anything. I just keep catching all these dang viruses floating around. Whether it’s a stomach bug or a cold bug or … Continue reading
Dancing in Wal Mart
My husband and I were walking down the grocery isle in Wal Mart. The baby was in her car seat in the main section of the cart and she had just woken up with a big smile. Oh how I … Continue reading
What have you got?
Have you got a pair? Have you ever pushed out a watermelon while breathing in deep breaths? Do you know what it’s like, to waddle every little step? Have you ever cried with your baby, as your baby cried at … Continue reading
Hope in Humanity
Warning: This blog post is not about my baby (k, so maybe I mention her now and then, but it’s not about her). I’m not sure if I should feel that humanity is in despair, or that we finally have … Continue reading
looking back on the colic stage
As I sat pondering the colic stage that we recently came out of with our baby girl I was thinking of some of the avenues I tried to use in order to get help. I did a few things. 1. … Continue reading
Amber may be…relieved
I hesitate to actually say it. In fact, I’ve been waiting a few weeks to write this post just in case my words jinx me. But here it is, I think the baby is finally coming out of her colic. … Continue reading
A good baby
She screamed and cried and groaned. Her tears are so big and her cries are so pleading. It must be hard to be a baby, unable to really relay your fears, unsure of how to control your body, completely dependent … Continue reading
If I don’t know your name, you do NOT have permission to kiss my baby’s toes
I was holding my baby in the church hallway chatting with a friend when an elderly woman approached us. I saw her coming but couldn’t quite figure out what she was doing until it was too late and her face … Continue reading
The one armed woman
I am a one armed woman. Not because I was suddenly stricken with a serious illness. Not because I was in a tragic accident. Not because I was born missing the favored limb. I am not unique in my one … Continue reading
Zap!
I have long wavy hair. Because of the red in it, and it’s tendency to frizz, my husband likes to call me his lion. Well, I did it in french braids over night so it would have that wild wavy … Continue reading
