On the Night Baby Little Little Brother was Born
On the night you were born, the moon smiled with such wonder that the stars peeked in to see you and the night wind whispered, “Life will never be the same.” But before the night of August 23, 2015, this: “If this baby doesn’t come out like, right now, I am going to perish.” – me, every day for the entire month of August. The last 3-4 weeks of pregnancy with little little brother felt like the last 3-4 days of pregnancy with my other two. It was brutal. B-R-U-T-A-L. Consistent, painful contractions…back aches…fiery shooting pains…it was no joke. I showered at 2am on 3 separate occasions, positive I was in early labor. I…
To the 4-Year-Old Who Made Us Parents
4 years and 9 months ago, two tiny pink lines altered our lives forever. As a 23 year old newlywed with zero interest in small children, exhilaration wasn’t my first response. Hyperventilation, a blood test confirmation at LabCorp, and a panicked call to my best friend followed by a literal Googling of “how to be pregnant”…these were my first responses. 4 years and 9 months ago, I had absolutely no idea what was in store for our family. I had no idea what parenting was or how hard and joyous it would be. How infuriating and rewarding. How scary and overwhelmingly beautiful. But then came August 22, 2011. And I looked…
Waitin on Bae
You know what’s more fun than being full term with your third baby in the middle of August in Texas? Everything. Everything is more fun. A lady passed me in the store yesterday and did a double take. “WHOA!!” she yells. “You must be due ANY SECOND.” a) I am, yes. Thank you for making me feel beautiful and not at all like a terrifying mammoth of a human and b) At least I’m having a baby. What’s in your belly? Just kidding. That’s tacky. But really. SO IS WHAT PEOPLE SAY TO A FULL TERM PREGNANT WOMAN. What. in. the. heck. It’s like the general public sees a fully expanded…
Party Your Tail Off
3 out of 4.5 members of Team Brooks either had or celebrated a birthday this weekend. That’s a lot of cake. Friday was my favorite human’s birthday, and he was perfectly undercelebrated as requested. He can’t control me though (modern woman) so allow me to state, for the record, one more time: Taylor Brooks is the most loyal, loving, patient, compassionate person I know. I not only get to call him my husband but also my best friend. So happy birthday to that guy. If you don’t know him, you are sorely missing out. If you’ve followed this blog for more than 1 second you at least know his offspring,…
