An interview with a 3 time Tony award winner who’s gobsmacked. Okay, she’s not really a Tony award winner.

*Melissa, who wrote a guest post July 24th, is back and was a great sport when I had the idea to do a spoof celebrity interview instead of the guest blogger Q and A that I usually do.

I’ve read one too many celeb interviews where they try to come off as regular people but end up seeming even more out of touch with reality.


My editor at Barely Relevant magazine had some trouble getting this interview with Broadway actress and singer Melissa Glitter. She had to reschedule the interview the first time because of dehydration and exhaustion.

The next time we got a call from her agent, Sammy Slappy, saying that we had to reschedule for another time because Melissa had to get a 3rd surgery on her nose for a”deviated septum”.

This time it seems things were going as planned and we made our way to Melissa’s vacation home in the Guanacaste region of Costa Rica.

Melissa is a 3 time Tony award winner for The Walk Of Shame, You Damn Bastard, and the critically acclaimed My Milkshake Brings All The Boys To The Yard. You can hear Melissa singing the jingle, Every gift begins with Kay, in the jewelers current ad campaign.

She was the inspiration for the 2001 movie Glitter and while it wasn’t a hit in the States, it found an audience in Morocco which might have had something to do with them dubbing the dialogue from Titanic into the movie.

Ms. Glitter has her upcoming album, I’m Awesome And Will Totally Over Sing The Shit Out Of These Songs, coming out next month. So far reviews have been mixed. Jason Bahls from Let’s Disco Magazine has said “Not only does Ms. Glitter totally over sing the shit out of these songs, she sounds like an alley cat in heat combined with a pissed off goat.

Her love life has been anything but boring. This is a little known fact but she was married to Guy Ritchie for two years, before his marriage to Madonna. Melissa went on the rebound and after a weekend in Las Vegas and too much Peach Schnapps, she found herself married to Kevin Federline.

While she says they tried to make the marriage work, she filed for divorce 2 months later. She shocked several with her next two marriages since they were with men outside of the industry.

Her third marriage was to Albert Mojito who ironically was a bartender at Applebee’s. Unfortunately, the marriage only lasted 5 days. Melissa met husband number 4, David Dudd, at Disney Land while he was playing the role of Sneezy in Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.

Mr. Dudd is currently trying to sell what he says is a racy video which includes him dressed as Snow White and Melissa allegedly dressed up as Kermit the Frog.

When I arrived at Ms. Glitter’s home in Costa Rica, her new boyfriend of 2 weeks, Marc Anthony, was laying in the buff by her pool. It’s the infamous pool that Melissa only allows to be filled with water flown in from Poland Spring, Maine and blessed by her agent, Sammy Slappy.

Melissa and I sat down to have a lovely chat in her armadillo room.

Barely Relevant Magazine: So, you’ve been with Marc Anthony for two weeks now and I just saw you on Letterman the other night and you were saying the two of you are talking about marriage already.

Do you have any qualms about marrying so soon after your 4 other marriages didn’t work out?

Michelle: Absolutely not. I’m so in love with Marc and I’ve never been this happy before. I see myself spending the rest of our lives together. I think it’ll be helpful that he already knows what it’s like to be married to someone more talented than he his.

BRM: I’ve recently seen photos of you while you were in Haiti. One showed you giving back by holding a hammer during the construction of a new school. I found that to be so brave as there was wet paint and you were wearing a to die for pair of Manolo Blahnik peep toe ankle boots. I also saw you in a photo giving a piece of gum to your assistant. I have to say, that was so touching to see.

What other photo ops, I mean efforts are you making to help those less fortunate than you?

Melissa: Well, I don’t like to brag about helping those in need but just this morning I was looking for my 7 For All Mankind skinny jeans and my maid was only able to find my True Religion jeans and had the audacity to tell me those will be fine.

I told her that they weren’t the same and I needed my 7 For All Mankind skinny jeans in the sunrise seranade wash and the other jeans weren’t the right color and would clash with my red Jimmy Choo shoes. Most people would have fired her on the spot but all I did was throw my Blackberry at her.

My maid saw it coming and ducked so it missed her but I think she’s learned her lesson and I feel tremendous pride in my effort to teach those less fortunate that you do not mess with my jeans that cost more than some make in a week.

BRM: What would you like people to know about you that they might not know already.

Melissa: I want people to know that I’m just like them. I’ve heard rumors that people think I’m a diva but really, what diva would sing at a benefit concert in the rain, refuse to go on stage until they received the sparkling mineral water that was requested beforehand, hold up the concert for over an hour until they got the correct sparkling water, and sue the promoters for refusing to pay me for all of the trouble. These are problems people face everyday and they would do the same thing.


Gobsmacked 2 

by  Melissa

I am the working mother of two boys, whom I affectionately refer to as Elder Goober, 7, and Younger Goober, 4. I blogged about how Elder Goober sometimes leaves me gob smacked at what he is capable of. Recently, Younger Goober did it too.

Younger Goober is at that stage where he sees “bad guys” around every corner. Fortunately, he single-handedly has all of the powers usually spread among Ninjas, Power Rangers, Knights and Ben 10. At the same time, he still scared of the dark and being alone. Yes, I was the one that wrote to Target inquiring whether a line of bedtime tranquilizer guns—either for use on the pre-school set or their parents—was forthcoming.

As a result of his fears, the other day he required my assistance to go upstairs and get dressed. His room, though it was morning, was “dark,” and there was no one else upstairs and so he couldn’t possibly go there alone. To add insult to injury, he claimed he was so tired he couldn’t possibly ascend the stairs under his own power. I had to carry him.

Apparently, he had used up almost a full day’s supply of energy eating breakfast, brushing his teeth and fighting with Elder Goober and he hadn’t even gotten to school yet. I get it. While I didn’t want to carry him, I did have to appreciate his prioritization skills.

I weighed my options: I could lug 40 pounds of squirmy, boyhood up the stairs or yell at him to no avail for 10 minutes and then do it. I’m all about efficiency so I hefted him onto my hip and up we went.

I swear he gained about 5 pounds with each step we took. It didn’t help that his death grip on my neck was threatening my air flow. Fortunately, at about the third stair, he released his chokehold to pat me gently on the check.

“Don’t worry Mommy,” he reassured me, “I’ll always be here for you.”

“Great. Thanks,” I huffed, heart melting.

“If there are ever any bad guys, I’ll get them dead for you,” he explained as I staggered up the final two steps.

It was a good thing that we had reached the top of the stairs because once again I was gob smacked. His young mind was simultaneously able to hold two paradoxical concepts—that he is a budding superhero who will slay bad guys for his Mom and that he needs her help to go up stairs and get dressed—with no effort whatsoever.

I’d like to think he has a bright future ahead of him as a quantum physicist, but I suspect the elasticity of his mind is unique to those with one foot firmly in Little Boyhood and the other in Big Dudeworld.

Isn’t it fabulous?

~If you would like to write a guest post, whether you have a blog or not, email me at elle dot mommyhood at gmail dot com.

**I am very pleased to announce that Ryan Ann from Live, Laugh Love, Bake, who did a guest post in July, will be doing biweekly posts of baking recipes along with other cool things that she comes up with on the Rock the Oven page as well as contributing posts to This Is Mommyhood. Yay!

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10 things you don’t know about me.

I wasn’t going to post today but was tagged by Not My Year Off and Jayne from Mum’s The Word to tell you 10 things you don’t know about me. This is going to be really hard since I tend to overshare so I’ll see what I can come up with.

1. When I was 13 and living in Los Angeles with my sperm donor bio dad, he came home one day and said they were filming something at a small grocery store down the street. We went and the director let me be an extra. The scene had me walking down a store aisle. I tapped my then step-brother on the shoulder where he was crouched down and looking at something. Then we walked down the aisle and around the corner. I’m sure the movie is sitting on a shelf somewhere or had been thrown away years ago.

2. The director wanted me to audition for a film he was directing after that one and gave my bio dad his card. It never happened because of #3.

3. On one of the strangest nights of my life, my bio dad and now ex-stepmonster ex-stepmother had one of their typical huge fights and he left the house, bringing me along. We drove to a hotel for the night and had passed a Burger King that had several people standing on the sidewalk with signs. Then we saw they were filming cars going through the drive-thru.

After we checked into the hotel, we walked down the block to see what was going on. We found out they were filming a commercial but they were using non-union actors so there were protestors. My bio dad pointed out a guy and told me his name. He said he was the guy from Taxi. I never watched that show but because I’m the queen of useless information, I knew that Tony Danza and Danny DeVito were in the show. The guy he pointed out wasn’t either one.

The bio dad said it’s Jeff Conoway and I had no clue who it was. If only he had mentioned he was also in Grease. We ended up hanging out with Jeff Conaway and his then fiance for about an hour. They were talking about the union versus non-union issue and my bio dad mentioned the director that wanted me to audition for a film.

Jeff and another guy who was a producer for some kids show told us that there should be a SAG number or something, can’t remember exactly what it was, on the card to show this director was in the union. My bio dad took out the buisness card, saw that he wasn’t in the union, and ripped up the card.

I was 13 and had dreams of being an actress since I was about 3 or 4 years old so I didn’t care at the time that the director wasn’t in some union.

4. I have 3 half-sisters. The one I’ve mentioned on my blog before is my half-sister from my mom and former stepdad and we were raised together. As crazy as we can make each other, I would do anything for her. My other two are my bio dad’s daughters. One he had with his now ex-wife and I haven’t seen her since she was 4 years old. The other was from his now ex-girlfriend and I’ve never met her.

Because my bio dad and his girlfriend at the time were deemed unfit (that’s an understatement) my ex-stepmom ended up raising my youngest sister and those 2 sisters were able to grow up together. I’ve only talked to them on FB a few times.

5. Needless to say, I have a crazy and very complicated family tree.

6. I love celebrity gossip and subscribe to Us Weekly even though by the time I get the magazine the gossip is old news. I have one window on my computer open for gossip sites that I check throughout the day. While TMZ used to be where I got my online gossip fix, I found the gossip site dlisted a few years ago and have been hooked since. I love the way the guy writes but it’s probably not everyones cup of tea.

7. Since we got our cat Maisy back in March, she’s been waking us up super early in the morning and it’s been driving me crazy. We just started shutting the safety gate at the top of the stairs at night to keep her out so we don’t have to wake up at 4 in the morning but sometimes we forget.

8. It takes me at least an hour to fall asleep no matter how tired I am or even if I’ve been woken up in the middle of the night. I’m envious of those who are sound asleep as soon as their head hits the pillow.

9. I’m an insomniac and a night owl. I love the quiet of being up alone at night but dread it in the morning.

10. At this very moment I’m watching the movie Up and it’s wonderful because I don’t have the interruptions I did when I first saw it with my mother-in-law.

I’m tagging the following bloggers but I always feel weird and pushy when I tag someone so it’s okay if you don’t do the 10 things. I should have had that be one of the things you don’t know about me.  :^)

1. mommymetamorphosis

2. Coffee with Cheryl

3. The Bright Side

4. Cajun Asian Chronicles

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Bill the squirrel and his big nuts vs. Caillou.









*Permission is given to copy and/or print this. xx

**I’m going to be daring (for me anyway) and show my scars in a post I’m doing. If anyone else wants me to add their pics on the post (it can just show a close up of it, a small section, or the whole scar, whatever you’re comfortable with), email me (elle dot mommyhood at gmail dot com). It can be a scar you got from anything and please explain what it’s from. You can be anonymous.

Also, please don’t be embarrassed. I want this to be about embracing what we think are imperfections. xoxo

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Ask Jamie.

What was that you said? Oh! You want Jamie from Life Is Better With Me In It to give you parenting advice? Well, you’re in luck then. I asked Jamie get it? if she would do a parenting advice column for my blog.

What makes her qualified, you ask? Jamie is the mom of 5 month old twins, Clive and Scarlet, works in accounting, and has a child and family studies degree.

She told me she has no idea what she’s doing with her own children, let alone what others should do and that’s when I knew she would be perfect. What really makes her qualified is she tried to learn the “Single Ladies” dance but she got a huge bruise and never finished learning it.

See! If you’re stuck when it comes to how to deal with your children then Jamie can at least partially teach you the Single Ladies dance which would make your kids freeze up and stare at their crazy mommy or if they’re older it would embarrass them so much that they run out of the room and leave you alone thus ending their undesirable behavior.

When Jamie did a guest post a few weeks ago, she replied to a comment from Abby who blogs at Cajun Asian Chronicles and as you will see below, her advice couldn’t have been any better.

July 29, 2011 06:25

Hmmm, you definitely have something there with number one*…so since your advice was not readily available 14 years ago…please tell how to accomplish this with a teenager.  Thanks!


*1. I’ve heard many parents say “Give your children plenty of  praises” I say don’t. Instead, teach your children to praise you. You’re the one raising them, giving them free stuff. You deserve the most love.

July 29, 2011 07:29

You’ve asked the right person for this advice. A lot of child experts will tell you to take away things like, cell phones, ipods, computers, etc. and not give them back until the teenager behaves. I agree with this to an extent.

You should take those items away, but make sure to replace them with electronics from the 90s. Make your teenager carry around a huge 90s cell phone, a walk men (not for CDs the cassette ones), and work on an old computer with dial up speeds.

 They’ll be so embarrassed they’re walking around looking lame and they’re beloved Facebook won’t load that they’ll never piss you off again.


I hadn’t even thought of having a parenting advice column until Jamie was a guest blogger. Her post went up on the 28th and the next day I sent her an email about the idea of an advice colum and then anxiously waited for a reply. When Jamie said yes I did a happy dance that looked more like a cat throwing up a hairball because this mama doesn’t have any rythmn.

I’m using “parenting advice” very loosely. It’s more like par~entertaining advice.

My lawyer and sometimes late at night doctor, Mr. Google, told me I need to let you know that the parentertaining advice isn’t to be taken literally and is more for laughs than anything else. I’ve learned that some don’t always understand the language called funny or the language of my in-laws drive me crazy or I have a 2 year old that I love dearly but she’s making me crazy today. I’ve found by saying these things, they can piss people off. Obviously, these people will be missing out. ;^)

So, if you have a little one or an angsty tween/teen and are wondering what to do, Ask Jamie by emailing her at askjamiequestions at gmail dot com. or thisismommyhood at gmail dot com (I’m gradually changing my email address because I think it will be easier to remember but I’m still using my other one).

Depending on the response from readers, the parentertaining advice column will be either biweekly or once a month with a few questions answered in each column. You can also leave your questions in the comment section.


On a more personal and serious note, my thoughts are with Lexy from Mammy Woo who is dealing with Postpartum Depression. I absolutely adore Lexy and send her my love. xoxo

Ryan Ann from Live, Laugh, Love, Bake, who did a guest post last month, is going through the loss of her niece, Shana, who was taken way too soon. My heart goes out to her and her family. xx

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My cubby is whaty?

This guest post comes from the Mrs. who has been blogging since 2007. Her blog, a day in the life of the mrs, is a must read. She’s always left sweet and funny comments on my site since a few months after I started blogging. The Mrs. has also given me advice when it comes to the hummingbird when I’ve felt overwhelmed.

The Mrs. doesn’t sugar coat anything and that’s one of the things I love about her. She’s honest, frank, and has strong beliefs, all of which I admire.

While the Mrs. and I have different beliefs, it’s never been an issue and I can still take from the advice she’s given me even if we might parent a little differently. That’s what it’s all about. Not being judgy when it comes to parenting styles because we’re all in this together.

Recently I asked the Mrs. for advice when it came to the little hummingbird battling bedtime and I thank her for being there. Even though the hummingbird has been testing us and it’s been making me crazy, it helped to know that the Mrs. understands what I’m going through, times 5.

Q and A with the Mrs.

Elle: If the zombie apocalypse happened tomorrow, which weapon would you want to have to fight these brain eaters?
A. a flame thrower.

B. an unlimited supply of ninja throwing stars.

C. a chainsaw.

D. a shoelace because you’re bad ass.

E. other and what would it be?

F. none of the above, I want to be a damn zombie!

the Mrs.:  i would like to have edward cullen as my weapon. first of all, he’s immortal so he could fight them off without injury. secondly, he’d probably have to remove his shirt to do so. double win. lastly, did i mention he’s hot? who needs a flame thrower when i can have a perpetually young vampire bodyguard?

Elle: If you could be stuck in an elevator with anyone who would it be?

the Mrs: i’m gonna have to go with either george w. bush or bob marley. i think ole GW is super cute and bob has to have some crazy stories!

Elle: Favorite guilty pleasure?

the Mrs.: really bad reality tv! i love all of the real housewives. it’s so tacky and over the top and i relish every moment of it. i also still watch mtv shows like the real world. because clearly i have not accepted that i’m a 33-year-old married mother of 5!


hi. i’m the Mrs. i’m married to a super hot guy and have five (yep, FIVE) little darlings. i also have a secret obsession that i could never write about on my own blog. why? because my readers are mainly conservative, christian mommies. have i piqued your interest yet? am i hoarder? am i a crackhead? do i eat toilet paper?


what’s my secret? i like to make up code names for female (and occasionally male!) genitals. you read that right. and i’ve dragged my husband into my twisted little mind. it’s really his fault anyway. this man can make anything sexual. don’t believe me? here’s an example:

we get into my minivan one day and i notice that the little cubby in the driver’s side door has water in it. so i ask him (because he’s a man so he should know the answer to any car related question)  “why is my cubby always wet?”  to which he replied “why is your cubby wet??” with a salacious tone.  so now we occasionally refer to my lady business as my wet cubby. see how that works?

so if you ever meet me in real life and you hear me say any of the following words, you will know what i am referring to!

wet cubby… lady bits… whoopie pie… special kitty (fyi this is also the name of the cat food we use. so don’t get confused. i’m not feeding the cat vaginas.)… lady business… pretty princess… little mrs… foxy brown… lady town… vajayjay… queen victoria… baby maker…

well, that’s all i can think of right now. this list is in no way comprehensive. feel free to judge me. just don’t tell my loyal readers. i’d like to maintain their misguided notions that i’m a sweet, innocent mom.  obviously we’ve had sex those five times but that’s all! i swear…

~If you would like to write a guest post, whether you have a blog or not, email me at elle dot mommyhood at gmail dot com.

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Total Recall Sunday: Banging my head against a spike would be more fun.

I was going to call this “Repost Sunday” but thought total recall Sunday sounded cooler. I was looking through my older posts and got the idea to repost one every now and then.

In other words, I’m going to do this whenever I feel like a lazy ass. I wouldn’t say that’s what I am today. It’s more like I’m an extremely tired ass. Whenever the little hummingbird gets sick her whole schedule gets screwed up, especially her bedtime schedule.

When she’s sick I make exceptions and suffer through things like a few extra episodes of Caillou but I still try to keep her close to her normal schedule. My hubby lets he get away with anything as it is but when she’s sick…Oy!!

I tell him that if you just let her get away with something once, that’s all it takes but he says it won’t matter. Then when the hummingbird gets better and he expects her to fall back into her regular routine, guess what happens? Yep! Where’s Supernanny when you need her?!

So, it’s been a very long and tiring week trying to “re-train” her when it comes to her bedtime schedule and I’m wiped out.

I wrote this post last year at the end of July when we were moving from the D.C. area to Northern California. It took longer to drive across the country than we had expected and by the time we got here, I was surprised my hubby and I hadn’t killed one another.

The hummingbird was 15 months old at the time.


The hubby will be known as buttmunch for this post.

Cue the Law and Order music.


The buttmunch and I were packing and trying to get everything together since we were going to a hotel that night. I had the little girl’s things packed and went to get my things together. I asked my buttmunch if he could go downstairs and get some toys for the little girl.


Around 8pm that night we were on the way to the hotel and the buttmunch went back to the house to pack some more. Soon after, I put the little girl to bed. I called the buttmunch a few times to remind him what to bring back to the hotel.


The next morning my buttmunch went back to the house since the movers were coming, so it was just me and my daughter. After breakfast I went over to a box that the buttmunch brought and looked through it for toys.


There weren’t any there so I looked through a few bags. Not there. I looked through her bag, my bag, the buttmunch’s bag. Nada. I was starting to panic but before I went into freak out mode, I looked through EVERYTHING again. Nope.


It was raining outside and there wasn’t anything for her to play with inside. The little girl just had a few books I had packed in her bag and normally she loves to “read” her books. She must have smelled the fear on me because when I would give her a book, she would throw it on the ground and give me a bitch, please look.

Then she started to run around the room and whine. It was her special whine. The kind that makes me feel like my head is going to explode any minute.


I then called the buttmunch. When he answered I politely and in a very calm tone, and not at all yelling *coughnotcough*, told him that we didn’t have any toys at the hotel room. He couldn’t bring the toys by (and I didn’t have the car) since he was waiting for the movers and told me that I “had the stroller, so there was that“.

May I remind you that it was raining.




I found a pack of tic tacs that she grabbed at the store the day before. She wouldn’t let them go and chewed off most of the wrapper so they were ours for keeps. Those only amused her for a few minutes.

While the little girl was racing around the room, I sat on the couch dazed from the lack of caffeine. I contemplated dragging the both of us to the hotel lobby so I could get my hands on some coffee and the little girl could run around in a bigger space.

To get to the lobby we had to go outside and walk what seemed like a mile in the pouring rain, so I decided it was best to just stay in the room.


While I was twitching around from my caffeine withdrawal and a whiny toddler, I found two plastic spoons. I thought “Yay, she loves spoons!” A few seconds after giving her one, she dropped it on the nasty hotel room carpet. The same carpet that turned her white socks black within a few hours.

So I threw it away and gave her the second spoon. Same thing. Finally, I just let her start throwing things out of our bags onto the nasty carpet. The carpet Dateline NBC says is covered in fecal matter, salmonella, and sperm. I guess there are a lot of chickens that stay at hotels and have booty sex.

While the little girl was going through the bags, she struck gold. She found a Ziploc bag full of tampons, the ones that come in bright colors. She was entranced with my bag o’ tampons. The little girl started roaming around the room with the bag, shaking it and holding it above her head.

This kept her occupied for about 10 minutes. While she was playing with her new toy, I was looking through the bags again, not for toys but for anything resembling caffeine. No such luck.


After she got bored with the bag, I spent the next seven hours repeatedly singing the Elmo Duck Song, Elmo’s Song, and letting her play with my cell phone (which surprisingly still works). I also got quite a workout staying in a room that wasn’t child-proofed. Finally after one of the longest. days. ever. the buttmunch came back to the room.


Hmmm, what’s that sound? Is it me saying no sex for a week? Well, that’s nothing new.

*We’re still not in California. It has taken us forever to drive across the country and as of this morning we are in New Mexico, about an hour from Arizona. I finally got my hands on a new laptop (thanks to my sweet hubby, the buttmunch).

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Changes are a comin’.

I’ve been wanting to make changes to my blog for a while. I would love to completely have my blog designed the way I want it but when it comes to CSS and code, I suck. I changed my blog theme back to what I had previously since the other one I had won’t allow a drop down menu for the tabs above.

You’re so fascinated with all of this aren’t you? Wait, don’t answer.

I’m still going to have my regular rambling and quirky posts but I would really like to make my blog more than just whatever pops into this crazy head of mine. I’ve really been enjoying having guest bloggers because I love to hear about the experiences of other moms.

Obviously you can have your own blog for that but with some, that’s not really an option if family and friends are reading or you don’t have the time. That’s why the guest posts are for bloggers, people who don’t blog but would like to occasionally, and it’s also for those who want to be anonymous.

I’ve added a tab for kid friendly food and recipes. I had planned on setting that up a lot sooner but as you know, being a mama or dad is hard work and there’s little time for much else.

I’ve also added a tab called music box. I’m not exactly sure what I want to do with that yet but for as long as I can remember, music has always been a huge part of my life. When I first started my blog, I had a weekly post called Don’t Fret, It’s Music Monday and I would like to bring the music back.

I don’t know if I’ll just put up videos of songs that I’ve really been loving that particular week or what I’ll use that page for. I think it would be cool to use that page for not just me but other music lovers and have them write a music related guest post; a favorite concert, their wedding song, meeting a rock star, etc.

I love all kinds of music but my favorite is rock/indie/and folk although you don’t have to have the same musical tastes as I do to contribute. I want you to share what you love. I want to know what gets your booty shakin’ or your head banging.

I know my blog is small but I’ve surprised myself with how much I’ve fallen in love with blogging and I would really love for it to become more of a parenting community. Obviously, even when you have a child, that doesn’t stop you from loving the things that you did before.

Sure, it might put a wrench in the frequency that you’re able to enjoy these things. Instead of kicking back and watching old episodes of Sex And The City, I am forced to watch the Sprout channel or Nick Jr. Yay! Not! And instead of listening to cd’s that I love, Sublime’s 40 oz. To Freedom is one of my all time favorites (of course I have a lot of favorites), I get to hear The Wiggles sing Rock A Bye Your Bear and Fruit Salad, Yummy Yummy over and over.

I’m also adding a few more pages to my blog including a reading/book page. Again, I’m not sure exactly what I want to do with that page but I’m a voracious reader even though I’m not able to read as often as I’d like.

These changes are going to take some time because of my lack of time but I hope in the next couple of months it will come together. My mind just went in the gutter over that last bit. heh.

I had every intention of writing about the NICU experience my husband and I had and how extremely difficult it was. It’s something I need to write for me because I know it will help my feelings and emotions. I will get to it but I don’t know when.

The depression I’ve been in made me stop writing about it as well as a very traumatic experience right after I gave birth to the little hummingbird.  That’s also something I need to get out onto my blog for the same reasons as our NICU experience.

If anyone would like to contribute to my blog and/or a specific area (books, music, recipes, PPD, birth trauma, Postpartum PTSD or whatever else you can think of) then you’re more than welcome. Like I’ve told others, I can only pay you in linky love if you have a blog but I’d love to have different views and opinions.

If you don’t have a blog and want to contribute, my daughter can pay you in hummingbird cyber hugs. Email me at elle dot mommyhood at gmail dot com.

Elle xo

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