First of all, I just wanted to welcome all the new readers. I’ve had a spike in traffic over the past few months — so I figured it was about time to say hi to all of you who’re so kind to read my little blog.
I’ve noticed that my most popular posts on marriage (found here and here) and breastfeeding (found here and here) have hit a real nerve — in a positive way — with many of you. I’m trying to catch up on all the comments and some of the emails.
As for the reason for my absence — I had my fourth baby in January. He came four weeks early so things were chaotic for a while — and still are! I needed an extended break from the stress of blogging. Because it IS stressful. Even though it shouldn’t be. Blogging should be something that I enjoy, and I want to get back to the enjoyable aspect of it.
Our newest addition
As for the four kids — well — it’s a lot. I knew what we were getting into when we decided to take the plunge for the fourth (and last!) baby, but the newborn baby stage is never easy no matter how much experience you have.
And I’ve come to realize that being a parent of four children has set me apart from other parents.
I officially belong to The Four Kids Club. I say this because I get looks of awe mixed with horror when people find out I have four children. I’ve even heard a few audible gasps from strangers. In the DC area, a family of six is considered an anomaly — weird — maybe even a bit psycho. But that’s okay.
We ARE crazy. Crazy in an awesome, fabulous way. In my opinion, that is.
So thanks to all of you newcomers for stopping by. I hope to give you more posts to read and enjoy. Right now I can only post on a weekly basis due to my membership to The Four Kids Club or TFKC. But even then I can’t make any promises due to the crazy life that I lead. In the meantime, feel free to like me on Facebook, follow me on Twitter (although I don’t tweet much ) or follow me on instagram.
So my post, Formula Isn’t Poison — Breastfeeding Propaganda Is, is now a featured post on BlogHer.
For those who don’t know, BlogHer is a blogging platform for women — where women can write and make their voices heard.
Right now they’re in the midst of NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month) and many talented writers are coming out of the woodwork. And awesomely enough, BlogHer thought my work was good enough to feature.
Am I cool or what? And look! A cute little badge!
I mean look at it. It’s so adorable.
So a big thank you to BlogHer for letting me rant about the injustices felt by formula feeding mothers — and on their homepage no less!
Have a great Saturday!
Mommy Blogs, Mom Bloggers, Moms that blog.
I have a love-hate relationship with them. The ones I love to hate are the homemaking perfectionist mommy bloggers. They usually have multiple children and a dog or two. They post the most fabulous pictures of their most fabulous houses and their most fabulous projects that YOU can do too if you have a spare 50,000 hours. Their homes are perfection; everything is always crisp, clean and white with a burst of color. The children’s rooms are just so — with quaint vintage-like drawings and paintings of birds and amazing arty world maps. They’re always cooking fabulous meals with quinoa and kale — and their children actually EAT it — or so they say.
The reason I love these bloggers is because they inspire me. I look at all the beautiful things they’re doing and all the beautiful things they have and I think, “If they can do it, I can surely do it too!”
And the reason I hate these bloggers is because once I think that I can do it, I realize that I actually can’t. My life is too busy — too full. And that’s fine. And perhaps I’m a bit jealous. But that’s not the point.
The point is, I think it’s disingenuous to paint yourself in such a flawless way. In the end it makes me think there’s some deep dark secret that you’re desperately trying to cover up. You’re insecure, your husbands unfaithful, YOU’RE unfaithful, you suffer from a severe anxiety disorder — there’s nothing wrong with these things (except for the infidelity) it’s just nice to maybe — I don’t know — be more honest. I understand that a lot of people don’t want to be that open, but for god’s sake. Not everything has to be perfect. You don’t have to prove that you can make the perfect christmas candles or paint birch branches the perfect shade of white (which I love by the way.) Have a moment of failure and embrace it. Turn that smile into a frown and muss up that hair. Write a post about how you let your kids go three days without a bath. THEN I’ll enjoy your lovely little tutorials and projects — because I’ll know that you’re human. And being human is embracing the mess.
But in the end, I guess it doesn’t really matter. I’ll read the blogs anyway as I cross my arms and pout — because everything is so damn pretty.
I was reading on some blogging blog that to increase traffic to your blog, you have to write lists. Apparently this interests people. Also to create interest in your blog you have to avoid talking about your children.
First of all, I’m really bad at lists. Lists bore me (no offense to my husband who loves lists.) Secondly, I have children. Children that I love. Children that I do in fact blog about (if you haven’t noticed from the title of my blog.)
So I have to make lists which I hate, and I have to NOT blog about my children. The flesh of my flesh.
Okay, then. I’ve always enjoyed a challenge.
Just be forewarned that this is just a list of my random thoughts — therefore this is a completely unorganized list — but that’s just how I roll.
The Monday List
- I… I uh… shit. Hold on. I’m thinking.
- Okay here goes.
- I often think… wait no. That mentions kids.
- I love it when I wake up in the morning and … shit. No. That came out wrong. I mean I was gonna mention my kids but then said shit. Oh wait. Now that sounds really bad.
- Okay, here’s one…
- No. That’s not it either.
- Am I seriously screwed? Have I lost my sense of self? Has motherhood completely engulfed me so much that I’ve lost who I am?
- WHO AM I?
- WHAT DO I WANT TO DO WITH MY LIFE?!
- WHAT IS THE MEANING OF ALL THIS?!!
- You know what? Forget it. Writing this list has just thrown me into a full blown existential crisis.
- Fuck you, monday list. You’ve officially ruined my week.