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[big sigh …]

Apparently, I'm really into brackets. Those are brackets, right? Ah, yes. The other ones are braces, or curly brackets. Of course.

There is a new trend among my blogging friends: they don't blog. Of my 30 or so friends (the ones I know in real life) who have a blog, only one is consistently blogging. (Hi, Scherck. Keep up the good work.) Where did you all go? I think this lady nailed it with dead-​​on-​​balls accuracy in this post. This dance party isn't so much fun any more. You went home, but I'm hanging out here in the ugly lights. Maybe I should call a cab.

For me, I haven't blogged in a long time because I feel that I can't really be honest about where I am right now. I'm in a bit of dark spot. Yes, I have dealt with depression on and off since I was a teenager, but I'm not sure this is depression. I think it's just circumstantial. My husband is in medical school, and I stay at home with two kids under four. I don't particularly enjoy staying at home. I teach part-​​time, but it's only a few hours a week. I volunteered to sing with the opera workshop class at OU this semester because I need to get out more. I sing with a church choir on Wednesdays and Sundays. All in all, it's about 10 hours a week. These are generally the 10 happiest hours of my week.  Read more…

I'm pretty sure I live in a bubble

That bubble is either a small town in Ohio or motherhood. I've been staring out the window trying to figure it out exactly. Not really sure which one, although I'm leaning toward the latter. Really, I'm sitting here pondering that because I'm totally blocked up writing my grad school application essay. It's half done, and the Wiggles are running on repeat, turning my brain into soup — even Scarlett just exclaimed, "Not again?!" My goal is to have my application in by Monday. Lord, help me.  Read more…

I love this kid.

Leo and me. (Yes, I'm a brunette now. I know it's hard to keep up.)

Ain't no party like a Scarlett tea party

I know they're my spawns, but the cuteness factor is way high in this photo, right? Scarlett dragged Leo (literally) into her play house for a tea party. She was the perfect host, obviously. She tea parties hard.

Tea party!

Sometimes …

Tea partied out

… too hard.

Breast-​​Pumping Barbie

Breast-Pumping Barbie

Because Facebook is so weird about breastfeeding photos, you know?

Scarlett: Mom, look! Barbie is ready to pump.

Me: Oh. I see that. (Pause.) Did you help her get ready?

Scarlett: Yeah, I helped her with her boobs. Mom, Barbie is ready to pump her breastmilk now. Go get her pump.

Me: Well, Babe, I don't think Barbie has a pump. Or a baby.

Scarlett: Why not?

Me: Because — and all I could think of was — Ken comes in a different box.


Who am I?

Have an awesome weekend!


They're the three best friends that anybody can have
They're the three best friends that anyone can have
And we never ever ever ever ever leave each other

Guess what I'm doing this weekend? That's right! I'm taking a stand-​​up comedy class with my dad. I know — it's inherently funny. We're such comedy gunners. Obviously. I'll tell all y'all about it next week. In the meantime …  Read more…

Does your child ever hurt your feelings?


I know that's a weird thing to ask, and maybe I'm just being overly sensitive these days because I haven't been sleeping much. (Leo's night sleeping is still pretty wackadoo.) And although I try really hard not to take things personally, sometimes I just can't help it.

Scarlett hates my singing.

Every time I try to sing to her, or even if I'm just singing to myself, she cries and tells me she doesn't like it when I sing. Sometimes she get really sad. Sometimes she's really angry about it. It's heartbreaking. I'm not really sure what to do. And it's not that she wants to sing or sing with me — I've asked. She just doesn't want me to. I love to sing to her. And she hates it.

What can I do?

Let's play the name game

There are two kinds of people in this world: those with nicknames and those without. I'm one of the many nicknameless. I've had a string of wannabe nicknames: Mel, Mabs, 98, Meliss'. But nothing that anyone or everyone calls me with any consistency. If I were a lesbian, I'd go by Missy because that'd be badass; but I'm not, so that's out too. Anyway … Read more…

Make your own mama survival kit

Girl scout

Girl scouts are always prepared. I was a girl scout once, and not a very good one, if I do say so myself. I hated selling cookies. My cakes for the bake-​​off looked more liked science experiments than food. And camp … well, I dropped a flashlight in the latrine and got dermatitis from the "mattress." I don't remember much of anything from my patch-​​earning days, but "be prepared" was pretty good advice. What do I prepare for these days? Looking like a normal human being instead of a mom. How do I do it? With a survival kit, of course.

Items you'll need:

  1. Ear plugs and a sleep mask. After being up all night, you will need these if you ever want to nap again. Complete sensory deprivation is the only way to shut off your brain and the noise that never ends in your house.
  2. Slippers. You will never leave the house during flu season, so you might as well have comfortable, cozy feet when you answer the door for the mailman. I have these wicked good ones. Thanks, Mom.
  3. Cover-​​up. Dark circles from a total lack of sleep? You know it. I'm currently loving lemon aid by Benefit.
  4. Dry shampoo. You'll never have time to wash your hair, so grow it out and then put it in a ponytail. This will give it some nice volume. Congrats, you're officially a mom. (Dirty Secret is the best.)
  5. Slouchy knit hat. For when the dry shampoo doesn't cut it. Or when you have a giant zit in the middle of your forehead and your cover-​​up doesn't cut it either. I've been wearing this one for a year. Yes, even in the summer.
  6. Big fashion scarf. Not only will this hide your boobs while nursing in public, you can use it to cover any spit-​​up stains on your shirt. Then you can use it to entertain your child in a 4-​​hour game of peekaboo on the way back from Missouri.
  7. Purse /​ diaper bag. I tried to carry a purse and a separate diaper bag for a day. I've had this one in vintage brown for three years, it's still in great shape, and I get more compliments on it than any other bag I've ever had. Totally worth it.
  8. Netflix subscription. This will save you when you can't take another minute of Dinosaur Train and you don't want your child watching commercials on the Disney channel because she'll be asking for Stompeez months after seeing the advert for it once. Once.
  9. Infinite patience. I'm still working on this one, but I am convinced it is the key to happiness.

What did I miss? Do you have a secret weapon? I'd love to hear what it is.

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