Zombie Apocalypse
So, yes, Bil and I did manage to finally get out on Sunday for a few hours.  The lady who came to do respite for V was wonderful.  V didn’t even cry!!  Big win for us.  And we’re hoping to make it a weekly thing. I was going to write all about it here, in more detail, but then Ali asked me to guest post for her.  And my brain cells are shot lately, so I wrote up a lovely post over on her blog about our dinner out, and how the zombie apocalypse is going to come and how mommy

Sometimes It’s The Simple Things
I was watching Vista, this morning, play with, of all things, a flashlight. The look of delight on her face as she turned it on and off and ran around shining the light at everything brought a smile to my face. Not 5 minutes earlier, I had been using the same flashlight to look for something under the couch (don’t even ask me what I found under there), but I never gave it a second thought.  It took a two year old to make me stop an appreciate the little extra light in my life. Every once in a while I’m lucky enough to come across someone who does the same thing.  Just manages with a word to bring that extra bit of light to my life.

Born To Soon
I’ve touched on Vista’s birth story a few times on here. At 4 weeks early, she was considered a preemie. We spent only a week and a half with her in NICU / Special Care Nursery. That week and a half was one of the worst of my life. That’s Vista in the Special Care Nursery. That mass you see at the top of her head is

That Which Shall Not Be Named
For the past couple of months there has been an elephant in the room.  Everywhere I turn, there it is.  I try to avoid looking it in the eye.  It sees and looks away.  I avoid talking to it.  It walks to the corner and sits down.  But still, there it is. And I’m tired of it. I’m tired of skirting the issue.  I’m tired of talking in double speak.  I’m tired of innuendos, allegations, comments, blah, blah, blah.  I’m sick of it. I’ve been playing along, keeping my distance.  But this isn’t who I am.  I’m not a sheep to follow a crowd. Anyone who knows me knows that I will always tell you want I think. 

So You’re Not In The Popular Crowd
Quite frankly, get over it. Really. I just read a post lamenting the fact some big name blogger doesn’t respond to her and wont mentor her. I am hearing and seeing this attitude more and more. An expectation of ‘I read your blog and comment and I tweeted you so now you must pay attention to me dammit!’ Um, no. Hate to break it to you, but that’s not how life works. I don’t follow everyone who follows me. Not because I’m a bitch (I am, but that’s not why). Not because I think I’m bigger / better / more important. I don’t. I co