Motherhood:  The Naked Truth

Last night, I had a dream.  I dreamt that I gave birth to a beautiful baby.  And I felt radiant, powerful, and content.  Then, I woke up to reality:  a belly sans uterus, riddled with stretch marks and surgery scars and, if I’m being completely honest, gone a bit squishy.  That squishy bit was likely why said belly, still sore from last week’s hysterectomy, was partly covered by splayed limbs and a tuft of blonde hair belonging to a very precocious and energetic four year old.  My belly, the comfy pillow.  Oh yes, I had a dream.

Confessions of a Biblioholic

Hello, my name is Amber, and I love books.  I mean it.  I. Really. Love. Books. I love to read them, buy them, read ABOUT them, talk about them, organize them, lovingly caress them (only occasionally, I swear…).  But really, I’m constantly on the lookout for new books, both for myself and for the kids.  Despite his generally spastic nature, Thing 1 can sit still and focus on a book like nobody’s business.  He’s always been a lover of books, just like his mama.  Not sure where the spastic thing comes from.  So, for the past 4 years, I’ve encouraged him (and Thing 2, when she came along), to use books to explore, discover, and re-imagine the world around him.  That’s why, after attending an Usborne book party, I was so excited.  Come on with me, and we’ll take a look…inside a book…(High five to all of you who got that reference.)

Doctor on Demand

This is a sponsored post on behalf of Doctor On Demand, however, all opinions are my own.

We’ve all been there. And if you haven’t, well…I don’t believe you. It’s the worst possible time (weekend, holiday, late night…you get the idea) and your child suddenly starts acting strange(r). Or develops a rash. Or gets a nasty cough and/or fever. You are faced with the decision to wait it out and hope for the best, or head to the local ER/Urgent Care…and hope for the best. Sometimes, waiting it out really doesn’t seem like a great option and, especially if you have more than one child, going to the ER or Urgent Care center isn’t a great option either. Maybe it’s just the germophobe in me (ok…LIKELY it’s the germophobe in me), but when I think of the ER or “doc in the box”, as we call the Urgent Care centers, I envision foul cesspools of mean, sharp-toothed germs. I have to sterilize my hand after using the pens, and I apparently always wear a sign that says, “Puking/plague ridden person, please sit as close to me as possible!”. Which means I have to burn my clothes and scrub my skin down Gattaca style when I get home. Ok, I’m not really THAT bad. But still. So, if that’s not your cup of tea, or if the thought of the exorbitant cost of such services makes you cringe, what’s a person to do? I FINALLY have a good answer to that question!