What day is it?
What’s going on?
Who are you people?
I’ve been running around like a mad chicken lately, chasing after my seven month old. Meatball, who has spent his entire life demanding to be held, has now decided being held is for schmucks and has forgone crawling to pull himself up and start trying to walk everywhere. How does this happen at seven months? The boy has no fear, and he’s got the bruises on his head to prove it. We totally skipped the part where you put them down and they stay there and look at stuff.
I’ve also been busy planning a fourth birthday party for this weekend. I had no idea that once Bam Bam started school, a birthday party could be tantamount to planning a wedding.
Amidst these two ongoing things, I’ve managed to squeeze in:
The wearing of Mothers Day scarves made in preschool.
See?
Cleaning these.
Watching kids rapture.
The making of organic baby food.
Crying over awesome gifts.
Wonder of all wonders, I was also honored to take part in the Mothers Day Rally for Moms’ Mental Health with Postpartum Progress. You can read my letter to a new mom who may be suffering here, as well as the words of some other amazing mothers.
Frankly, I was surprised I was even able to see the computer screen, because I neglected to tell you I was also on the review committee for the BlogHer’12 Voices of the Year submissions. After reading and scoring eleventy kagillion blog posts, my eyes don’t focus anymore. Seriously, I think my eyeballs are trying to murder each other.
It was worth it to read the words of so many amazing parenting bloggers. It’s nice to be reminded once in a while of all the soldiers in the trenches with me.
Birthday parties…
Important cyber rallies…
Dishes…
Walking seven month olds…
and eyes bleeding from goodness.
It’s a crazy world.
One I’m kind of chaotically basking in.
Even if I don’t know what day it is.



































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