Fa la la la … zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

One thing you should know about me is that I’m not a night owl. I’m an early to bed, early to rise kind of gal… which either makes me smart or lame depending on who you ask. (Parents say smart, others say lame). But last night, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t […]

Letting Go

I didn’t sleep well last night, and as anyone who suffers through anxiety knows, sleeplessness makes it worse. So when I woke up this morning to thunderstorms and tornado watches, I have to admit the thought occurred to me to stay home with J safely tucked beneath my wing, riding out the storm together in […]

Never Underestimate the Importance of Mascara

I have a confession to make… If I don’t wear mascara, I look like a rabid albino monkey. There. I said it. ::breathes sigh of relief:: I mean, I hate that it’s true. I hate that having reddish blonde eye lashes means my eyes sort of sink back into my head without artificial accents, but […]

The Truth Can Hurt

When I first started this blog, J was just shy of five months old. He didn’t speak. He didn’t have verbalized thoughts and emotions. He didn’t know or care what I wrote here about him and about our lives together. On Friday, my little five month old turned five years old. Five. A whole hand. […]

And he’s only five…

I’ve been feeling sad lately… like there’s something hovering just outside my line of sight that I can’t put my finger on. Something haunting. Something overwhelming. Something that is too much to view all at once and so I find myself catching glimpses here and there of the all-consuming sadness of it. Over the weekend, […]

Bragg Jammin’ 2014 – With a Kid

I have a confession to make: I have lived in Macon, Georgia for the better part of 10 years and as of July 25th, 2014, I had never been to Bragg Jam. Yes, I know… this is a tragic misstep which was corrected on July 26th, 2014, when Banks and I loaded up the car […]

A Click of Metal

As the days creep and whirl past, I watch him grow inch by inch and foot by foot. Sometimes he blows me away with his sheer bigness… his ability to not be in a crib, to not be in diapers, to not be lying on his back kicking his feet and cooing at the flash […]

I’m a Nit Picker

The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated. I’m here. I’m alive. I’m … somewhat functioning. But, we’ve been on vacation and I’ve been super productive at work and I just haven’t been able to find the time to get on here and tap out all the thoughts in my head. Plus also, vacation. […]

When Your Body Fails You

In late 2011, I herniated a disc in my low back. The pain was excruciating and I wound up getting an injection to relieve some of the inflammation. As 2012 crept on, my back felt better and in October I started to run again… something I’d loved before J was born. I ran a half […]

This.

This video right here. All of it. Because my kid is stupid cute.  Except sorry about the hair… it was a long day. And he needs hair cut.

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