My ‘Mr. Darcy’


Everyone knows that behind a good man is an even better woman! But, I’m here to tell you that behind a great mom is great support. Even single moms can’t totally do it alone; they have some type of support system to help them muddle through. My make-it-through-the-tough-times champion is my hubby. He’s been there from the beginning, held my hand–and my heart–through thick and thin, and I couldn’t ask for a better husband and father.

When Courtney at Mommy Lady Club asked me to guest post for her ‘Mr. Darcy’ series I was excited, and to be honest, a little reluctant. My hubby is pretty private and me blogging about Lovebug and airing our dirty laundry our adventures is a stretch of comfort for him, but I was excited to share my story because I know just how lucky I am.

It’s kind of weird to brag talk about how ‘wonderful my life is’–trust me, it’s not always perfect and takes A LOT of work–but at the end of the day it’s the foundation that holds it all together. And I have to say, I’ve got a great foundation.

…It was love at first sight. Puppy love. We were only 10. The feelings were mutual and little did we know at the time we were soul mates; destined to be together.

What kind of a relationship can 10 year olds have? You know, it’s the playground kind of love. At school, you hold hands and away from school you dream of the crush you have. It probably seemed trivial at the time, but something in my heart was sparked.
As the years passed, we grew; with each other and as separate people…
Continue reading my guest ‘Mr. Darcy’ post at Mommy Lady Club
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Only When She Stinks?


When my daughter was born I was cautioned about bathing her too frequently. The general rule of thumb: when she smelled, bathe her.



That sounded pretty straightforward and reasonable, but what about as she gets older? What’s the protocol for how often to bathe a child?

Stench is a good indicator, but is that really enough? There has to be a hygiene factor, right?

I’m pretty fanatical about wiping her up really good so there’s no leftover odors or remnants, if you will, but there’s nothing like a good soaping up. If we’re following the general rule of thumb, then what if the kid doesn’t smell? Should you skip the bath altogether? And, if so, what’s the tipping point?

In the beginning, the hubs and I were bathing Lovebug two, maybe three, times a week. As she’s gotten bigger and begun manufacturing drool like it’s going out of style, I’ve moved into an every other night routine. Honestly, I’m not religious about it–sometimes it’s more like every 3rd night–but I try, for hygiene’s sake!

Being a girl, and having a girl, I’m kind of obsessed with making sure that whole area is sanitary. Somehow, a bath just gives me added assurance that she’s clean; something a wipey alone doesn’t provide.


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Party for Three


Another post from my drafts… man am I chicken? I’m often said to be divulging my experiences candidly and yet some of my thoughts are shrouded in secrecy? Marked as draft, my posts lie in wait for me to hit the publish button.

Publish button initiated.

In our single, living together days we were the couple who hosted parties. Single friends gathered until the early hours of the morning. Some even woke from a drunken stuper on our couch the next afternoon; not quite my idea of fun times. Rousing from our carefree whimsy, we knew the time was right to get married and turn our twosome into three.

After two years of marriage, and lots of practice–hehe–we were blessed with Lovebug. Thrilled, we kind of expected everyone else would be too. Parents-to-be, we couldn’t carry on partying, but we weren’t dead either. I’m sure you’ve heard of a little thing called fetal alcohol syndrome? But just because I wasn’t out drinking didn’t mean I couldn’t still have a good time. To me, life isn’t all about cocktails.

My pregnancy was awesome. You hear lots of women complain and say they want to get it over with, but I LOVED being pregnant; it agreed with me. Yeah, in the beginning I had some morning, noon, and night sickness–about 4 weeks of it–but big deal. It was totally worth it. I went about my normal activities which included going out to bars–as the DD. I didn’t party my a$$ off, of course, but I could still hang out and have a good time. I knew once the baby arrived I’d be out of the bar scene for some time. So, I enjoyed my single, childless friends while it lasted.

While it lasted, indeed. Single, baby-free friends were suddenly a thing of the past once Lovebug joined our family. They dropped like flies. It was to be expected… somewhat. I can honestly say I tried to salvage the relationships, but what do we have in common now? And we’re certainly not hanging out in bars (you all know the story of Lovebug refusing the bottle.)

Though we’re still friends–okay, maybe it’s turned into acquaintances–with many of our single, child-free cohorts, we’re reduced to a facebook shout out, text messages, or a phone call if we’re really lucky.

Sometimes it saddens me, but I understand that we’re on different paths. I hesitate to say it, but maybe some friends are meant to come in and go out of your life? If we’re following the fourth definition of they refer to a friend as “a member of the same nation, party, etc.” If this is true, then we can hardly say we’re members of the same group, anymore.

I can’t say I don’t miss them. My life is better for having known them and I’m shaped by my experiences with them. I wouldn’t change my course, but if I could, I’d merge my then life with my new existence. I guess you can’t have your cake and eat it to, but I’m not sure why. Until then, I’ll enjoy my party of three!