"How's the campaign going?"
It's the question I get most often. It's also the question I'm never quite sure how to answer.
Good? ... Great! ... Your guess is as good as mine. ... We'll see May 17th!
The truth - I suppose - all depends on what you're measuring.
This weekend we hosted a Winter ONE-derland party in honor of Felix's first birthday. Considering this child was born during a snow, it seemed like an appropriate theme. Well, the weather had other plans and it was 70 and sunny! I could have hosted the dang party outside!
For my 30th birthday, I created a list of 30 things I wanted to do. One was to write a historical fiction short story. This is the story and as Ruby keeps calling to me here lately. I thought I'd share it here.
One of Nicholas's New Year's resolutions was to try freezer meals. He'd prepped meals for the week on and off through 2015 and wanted to see how it would work to prepare an entire month's worth. Then, we could just pull a meal from the deep freeze, throw it in the crockpot, and on a busy day dinner would be waiting for us.
Unless you live far below the earth’s surface in a subterranean dwelling with no television or internet, you are probably aware that we are in the midst of flu season and that this particular flu season is VERY BAD. Bad. Bad. Bad. Everyone has the flu. “Run – don’t walk – to get your flu shot!” is the message coming from every media conduit.
Flu season and the flu shot has been the topic of conversation at my yoga class, my book club, and at basically every gathering I’ve attended over the past couple of weeks. I’ve got friends texting me at all hours of the night asking me if I’ve taken my boys to get shots yet.
And I almost did. Twice. I made two separate appointments and then cancelled them.
Here’s why.
I spent MONTHS planning Griffin's first birthday. If I'm being honest, I started right after I took the bar in July.
Griffin's birthday is in May.
I don't know if I had too much free time. I don't know if I was bored at home with an infant. I don't know if I needed the creative outlet but either way it became an obsession.
I have my babies at home.
So often when I tell people that, it feels like I’ve marched in with my pet unicorn and we’ve started waltzing around the room to MC Hammer’s 2Legit.
It’s awkward is what I’m trying to say and I’m not sure why. I’m not a hippie. I’m not Amish. I didn’t forget to go to the hospital in time. I’m merely an educated woman who examined her options and decided home birth was the best choice for me and my baby. I don’t feel that there is anything extreme or crazy about my choice.To me, it is the current state of obstetrics in this country that is crazy. I could cite statistics on maternal health and induction rates. I could talk about the risks of certain drugs and their side effects but I don’t really need to do any of that. All you need to know is that the current cesarean section rate in the United States is approaching 37%. Thirty-seven percent...
