I'm a human, and also a parent of young children, so I spend a lot of time on the internet. Like many, I have a whole kind of extra mama life on the internet--reading blogs, chatting in Facebook groups, lurking on Babycenter, googling every weird new behavior or medical symptom that someone in my family presents. I know that there's a lot out there. There's a lot of writing and talk about parenting, a lot of questions and answers, a lot of viewpoints. And much of it is as funny and/or heartfelt and/or crunchy and/or scientific and/or gentle and/or whatever else I might ever hope mine to be. Yet here I am, adding my voice to the mix. Because? Well, because I love writing and I've felt the pull of a blog for a while, so even if this winds up being just for me that's OK. And because even with all the info out there, I keep seeing all the same tired questions and the same tired answers that have just never been right for me and my family, and maybe for you and your family, too.
Also, up until the birth of our second child, I was working full-time. Now I'm mostly a stay-at-home-parent, and our oldest is in school. Her little brother sometimes takes three hour naps. (Trust me when I say that's the only lucky break on sleep I've ever gotten.) A girl's gotta do something.
