How did I come about this revelation? Well, it went a little something like this. I'm a Mommy. I'm a Blogger. And if A+B still equals C like it did the last time I was in a math class, then that makes me a Mommy Blogger.
But? I swear I'm still really cool.
Or if this is no longer the case, please don't say anything and let me just go on with my bad self, OK?
Since those days, a lot has changed. I'm turning 28 in a few short weeks and I'm trying my hardest to raise a Little Gentleman, keep Sheepie from running the household and keep a happy husband all without barreling through our white wine stash. Believe me, it's not an easy feat.
Well, barreling through our white wine stash would be.
I blog a lot about my many (mis)adventures in parenting and I like to think that my blog has become almost synonymous with a real, honest and engaging slant on motherhood. With the occasional F word thrown in for good measure.
I've written two letters to Carter here and here that have brought my readers to tears. The first was written the night before my scheduled C-section and the second, the night before his first birthday.
This post was written in support of both breast and formula fed babies- but was also my attempt at breaking the chain of The Side-Eye that we Fomrula-Feeding-Mommies often get. You can practically hear "Kumbaya" in the background.