The Gig is Up

Vacuuming. It’s a simple enough word, a simple enough task. Yet, I can’t recall the last time I took my vacuum out of the closet. I know my husband has vacuumed, hell, even my oldest child has vacuumed once or twice since baby Willow was born, but me, well, I don’t think I’ve vacuumed my house since before May 2, 2016. And, I miss vacuuming. Who even says that? But it’s true, I miss vacuuming.

Willow, is in the middle of a particularly stormy leap, and has officially cut TWO teeth in a week.  So as of late, I spend my days with Willow attached to me, she even naps on me….. So, as someone could probably imagine, I don’t get much done day to day, other than Willow. I know that she needs me, and I’m not complaining, I just also need a clean house. I miss having a clean house. We own a roomba, but sadly it can’t keep up. Also, it doesn’t dust the furniture, so I would say that the robot has some serious design flaws {especially considering the hefty price tag}.

The bottom line is this, I am failing at this housewife gig. I’ve decided that a housekeeper is necessary, because I can’t live like this anymore. Here’s to hoping my husband doesn’t fire me. 😳



Well, actually a tooth. That is what reared it’s sharp little crown through my three and a half month old’s gums yesterday. I figured with the crankiness, sleep issues, biting {aka chewing on errrything}, and the buckets of drool that Willow was teething, but honestly, I didn’t expect teeth this early!  I mean really, she is only 3 1/2 months old!

Now that the tooth has made its grand appearance, I’m sure that the other tooth isn’t far behind. I’ve heard that vodka can ease the pain {don’t worry it’s for me not her}. Currently, Willow seems pretty content chewing on washcloths to ease the discomfort, however, I wonder if there are any tried and true remedies to ease the discomfort my little babe is having?


Our Little Backyard Farm
I would love to tell you that I have a green thumb, but I do not. Frankly, growing any sort of plant is apparently not a skill I possess. I seem to kill all living green things. My talent of murdering helpless plants seems to extend to every plant except weeds. This doesn’t stop me from planting every year in hopes that I will be able to consume just one tiny tomato or squash, hell at this point, I’d settle for corn. I mean, how hard can corn be to grow? H A R D.

C’est la vie…… No veggies for me.

This farm is sounding pretty pathetic…. So let’s move on to my fun little hens.

Greg and I bit the bullet and bought ourselves some baby chicks last April. Five sweet little chicks to be exact. We bought two Ameruacanas {aka Eastereggers} and 3 Bearded Silkies. I am the crazy, animal loving, lady who names her chickens. Yes, I named my chickens. The two Ameruacanas are Poppy and Honey, and the three Silkies are Nettle, Sunny, and Twig. We unfortunately lost one of our silkies, Sunny, because she was born with a scissor beak which made it very difficult for her to get enough to eat and this led to her being very thin. Last December, we had several weeks of very cold weather and our little Sunny didn’t survive the cold. I will forever miss my little Sunny Bunny. Fortunately, our other four hens are doing very well! Our Ameruacanas are giving us about two eggs each PER DAY! The Silkies are averaging two per week each…. Not a bad haul at all! We have officially been getting enough eggs that we can give about half of our eggs per week!

I spend a considerable amount of time daydreaming about what other animals we can add to our little homestead. I think a goat or two would work well for us….. But, I really want a Jersey Cow! Sadly, I’m going to have to wait for the heifer, until we have a bit more land.

What A Difference

What a difference a year makes!

A year ago today, Greg and I sat in our Reproductive Endocrinologist’s office, awaiting our fourth FET (frozen embryo transfer). To say I was anxious, is an understatement. With every ounce of our beings we wanted this to work. We wanted to be pregnant. This microscopic embryo was already so loved.

August 19th is also, a Day of Hope, which was founded in 2008 as a day to remember infants and children gone too soon.image

For me, it is a day to remember my lost little babies that I love and think about constantly. It is also a day that I held onto hope, hope that would lead me to my rainbow baby. I never gave up on hope, even after loss, after loss, after loss. Sometimes, hope is all we have.image

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World Breastfeeding Week

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August 1-7, 2016 is World Breastfeeding  Week.  This week is among the various weeks that are near and dear to my heart. While I feel that “fed is best”, breast is what I have chosen to do for my two youngest children.

Breastfeeding is a huge challenge. It is all consuming in the beginning. I spent my first weeks, for hours on end, sitting in the glider with Willow at my breast for cluster feeds. There were days {possibly weeks} where I felt like quitting. I had nipples that were so cracked and bloody, that my baby spit up more blood than milk. I’ve had clogged milk ducts. I’ve spent nursing sessions with my toes curled and tears running down my face because of the pain. But still, I persevered.

I have felt like a failure, every time I had to make a bottle to substitute for my needing to let my nipples rest. I have felt like a failure, every time I used a nipple shield in an attempt to heal my nipples. I have felt like a failure, when no amount or brand of nipple cream worked well enough to allow me to not cry every time my baby latched on. But still, I persevered.

And here I sit, three months in, and I wouldn’t change any of it. I have given my baby the greatest gift I could to date…. I gave her time, dedication, and sustenance from my battered, bruised, and often bloody breasts.