Now, here’s a novel idea for a post, right?

It occurred to me this morning that I haven’t written about Ava an awful lot. And this blog being named “All About Avacakes” I figured I should probably rectify that little situation. What better place to start than her entry to the world? Although I guess this really isn’t as much about her as my experience with her getting here.

Little Ava was scheduled (loosely) to arrive on June 3, 2008. I say loosely, because my due date shifted no less than 3 times during the pregnancy. So around the end… Continue reading →

Yesterday I read and commented on a blog post regarding the WOHM (Work Outside Home Mom).

I read the blog author’s post, and immediately wanted to go hug her. She’s having a tough time transitioning back to the work place. She has a full time job, kids, a business on the side. She’s had to deal with sick kids, and an obviously not understanding boss. She’s got a tough row to hoe.

Yet instead offering her sympathy, most commenters went on the attack. Sure, she could have phrased what she was trying to say a little more clearly. But that… Continue reading →

Once upon a time, we had two cats. Two cats that we adopted shortly after buying our house. We had lived in apartments for three years or so and were unable to have pets. So about two weeks after we moved in we trotted down to our local Humane Society and found Rufus. We fell in love with him. It was almost like he picked us, instead of the other way around. We took him into the little room they use to let prospective pet owners interact with the animals and found him to be a really loving cat.

Unfortunately,… Continue reading →

Dear Ava,

Today we celebrated your first year here with us. And what a year it’s been.

Somehow, we got from here:

To here:

Really, really fast.

Before you were born, I was afraid of being a mommy. I wasn’t sure I had enough love or patience to be the kind of mother a baby deserved. I didn’t have a cuddly, nurturing mom. My mother didn’t kiss boo-boos, she wasn’t a hugger or any of that stuff. Didn’t mean she was a bad mother, it’s just who she was. I wasn’t sure I knew how to do that stuff.

And… Continue reading →