Heidi's Hideaway (now with added class!)
Posted in Big Bad Mummy on Jun 4th, 2010
My little boy is four today. Am I baking a cake? No. Is he getting the exact cake he wanted from Safeway (with Thomas, the Tank Engine on chocolate cake with fresh strawberries inside)? Yes. Did he get decorated cupcakes to take to daycare yesterday? No. Did he [...]
Posted in Big Bad Mummy on May 21st, 2010
Ciaran, by Ciaran, age 3:
C: You’re SCOTTISH?
Me: What?
C: You’re Scottish!
Me: Do you know what that means?
C: Yes, I know what Scottish means. It means people are different.
Ciaran loves Dead End signs and can tell you where they are on all of his usual routes (daycare, Safeway, etc.) He has [...]
Posted in Big Bad Mummy, Food, Size acceptance on May 6th, 2010
See what I did with that title there? Double Meanings FTW!
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I like organic, locally-sourced food. I like growing my own food. I like cooking food and, by golly, I like eating food. So, I’ve been trying to figure out exactly what’s been rubbing me the wrong way about a friend of [...]
Posted in Big Bad Mummy, Size acceptance on Apr 19th, 2010
My three-year-old son loves to jiggle my belly. I was sitting on my bed nude on Friday, as I got ready for work, and he sat down next to me.
“I want to jiggle your breast!”
“Okay, honey. Be gentle.”
And he patted it with his splayed hand, carefully, enjoying the way that it is soft [...]
Posted in Big Bad Mummy, Insomnia, grad school on Feb 22nd, 2010
That utterly inarticulate topic pretty much sums up the last few days; the bright, glowing highlight was meeting Katie, my very first FA friend (if you don’t count someone pointed in the direction of my journal by someone else in FA, that is).
A nice Seattleite, willing to have a conversation? It’s a bloody miracle [...]
Posted in Big Bad Mummy on Feb 17th, 2010
I need to do more posts like this – I forget them all so quickly! Childfree-Hardcore types who think all mothers are sellout breeders need not read on (oops, did I reveal a pet peeve? Sorry! I’m pro-not-having-children. Not pro-attacking-people-for-their-choices.)
Ahem.
As told by my mother: Ciaran story of the day: We’re getting [...]
Posted in Big Bad Mummy, Size acceptance on Jan 29th, 2010
I’ve seen the story about the Bellevue couple that starved their baby mentioned all over the place. My first reaction? Well, folks, that’s what happens when you have a weight-obsessed society that prioritizes thinness over health.
My second reaction? There but for the grace of God/Goddess go I…
Six weeks before my son was [...]
Posted in Big Bad Mummy on Jan 22nd, 2010
I’ve been alone in bed the last couple of nights because my husband has a cold and is in the guest bedroom, so it’s just me and the baby monitor. Last night around 1:15 I heard Ciaran shuffling around in his bed, a few thumps, and nothing more. I needed a trip to [...]
Posted in Big Bad Mummy on Jan 12th, 2010
My son is the world’s worst sleeper.
No, I know that’s hyperbole. I know that he’s no worse than average (these days, anyway – in his newborn days he was The Sleepless Devil Child [tm]). Still, though, I hear tales of parents who have children that sleep from 7:30 PM to 7:30 AM and [...]
Posted in Big Bad Mummy on Jan 7th, 2010
A shuffling, warm little body climbs into bed next to me, naked from the waist down and lies quite happily in my arms under the warm blanket. “Where’s Daddy?”
“Cleaning up the pants you peed in, honey. He’ll be right back. Would you like to cuddle with me until he gets back?”
“No. [...]
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