Dogwood Girl

I Am Mother

Nothing makes me feel more like a cliche than a pot of water boiling over as I change a poopy diaper while my 2 month old screams her guts out in the background. Unless it is one of those days where you also add that she shat on me earlier in the day, and her big brother the toddler is… Read more →

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Pure Puke

We recently gave birth to our daughter, and named her Matilda. For those of you who have experienced the saga of choosing a name for your child, the name selection process begins early in the pregnancy and does not really end until you sign the child’s name to the birth certificate papers at the hospital. But my thoughts have again… Read more →

The Punk King

Bet you thought this was a really hip, insightful post about music. Not even close. I love it when Rollie mispronounces words and they come out sounding like totally different words or phrases altogether. My current favorite: “punk king” for “pumpkin.” In a similar vein, I also like “chick king” for “chicken.” The francaise-sounding “chat” for “cat.” The cowboy-influenced “doagie”… Read more →

Pride

There are many different kinds of pride. There is pride in one’s own accomplishments. There is pride in one’s children. And then there is the pride one feels at being acknowledged for their accomplishments by the one person whose opinion means more than anyone else’s. Thank you for saying, “I’m proud of you for sticking with it.” I needed to… Read more →