In the store I saw Tropicana pure orange and grapefruit juice mixed together. It was like a sinful, forbidden marriage of two of the most unholy delicious pregnancy cravings. I died, and then ran from the light at the tunnel back to Earth toward the tart, citrusy goodness. A small … Continue Reading →


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Tempest had me go through the website and look at all her pictures. She loves looking at pictures of herself. I wanted to repost some old ones, just because I can – and partially because I have new readers who never saw her grow up.


I don’t usually turn on the baby monitor anymore, as the house is very small and not only can I hear Tempest just fine no matter where I am, but she usually just gets up and leaves the room when she wakes. I should just put it away because I’ve … Continue Reading →


Tempest came in and woke me at about 10 minutes to nine. Then she peed on me. I know she did it on purpose, I’m just not sure why. I was really irritated that I started my day covered in pee. It’s not even like it’s my own pee, which … Continue Reading →


It’s been a while, and sometimes repeated emails, since I’ve heard anything from some of the people who have ordered from me. If you ordered diapers from me, here is the status: Sent and received? Summer M. – Sent, no confirmation on receiving RaisinGrrl – Received! Deanna – Sent, no … Continue Reading →


Yesterday in Curtis’ class a bunch of students were discussing how they’d all gained weight since entering the course (Curtis included, about 10lbs) and were trying to work it off. One of the guys asked Curtis how much he weighed, and when he told him three guys waved a hand … Continue Reading →



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I’ve been nominated for the 12 LJ Babes of Christmas. What the heck is that? Curtis said, “Do it, do it, do it!” when I read the email out to him. But, of course he’d say that… it means I’d have to (find someone to?) take more pictures of myself … Continue Reading →