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The numbers game.

It’s such a weird life to constantly measure, count, and specifically define exactly how many ounces Pen takes and receives each day....

“Any chance you and your husband are related?”

Well there’s a question you don’t hear every day. So, the latest Aspen adventure took us to a geneticist at Levine’s last week. And while...

Hold on for one more day.

Love, Wilson Phillips. Man those girls know whats up. If only they could fix my monkey, too. Speaking of holding on, here's the latest...

Old mom, new baby. Wanna be friends?

I seriously was going to post these exact words in one of the mommy facebook groups I’m on. My best friend quickly shut this plan down...

The awesome and the suck.

Lately I’ve been appreciating how much things can be both awesome and rather sucky at the same time. And importantly, how much my...

My boobs are exhausted.

For real, though. These breasts are t.i.r.e.d. I think this is mostly because my utters are dry and the machinery of trying to extract...

Watch me blow.

Failure to thrive. What a shitty, triggering diagnosis. Biologically, we as mothers are wired to believe that it is our sole...

Shit streams and champagne dreams.

Ahh yes, back in the mommy abyss. I remember you. It's been quite some time since I was alone on that island when the girls were babies...

Hello, again.

So this is me. Coming back to the light after some serious darkness. To all those who have continued to reach out, check in, and send...

"Well damn, your cup runneth over."

It really fucking did. A friend of mine uttered these words as we landed in the hospital this week with my monks. Which actually made me...