Bringing Up Baby
Documenting the baby makin' experience. From Trying to Conceive, to Bringing Up Baby, I share all the laughs and all the horror.
I'm Jess, I'm 30 years old, I live in Minneapolis with The Husband, Jack (the girl dog with a boy name), and The Mac -- the person we made. He's pretty much the most awesome human being alive and easily the greatest thing I've ever done.
If you're interested, my primary blog is Scattered Jigsaw Thoughts.
Feel free to Ask Me Anything
Or you can just email me: sutherslat {at} gmail {dot} com
I'm Jess, I'm 30 years old, I live in Minneapolis with The Husband, Jack (the girl dog with a boy name), and The Mac -- the person we made. He's pretty much the most awesome human being alive and easily the greatest thing I've ever done.
If you're interested, my primary blog is Scattered Jigsaw Thoughts.
Feel free to Ask Me Anything
Or you can just email me: sutherslat {at} gmail {dot} com
Sometimes when Mac wakes up, I’ll walk to the room to get him and the minute his door is opened, the stench of poop will hit me.
While my instinct might be to take Mac directly from the crib to the changing table and get him out of that stinky diaper, sometimes I find that he is just too cuddly and adorable and I don’t want to break the spell by changing his diaper.
So I take him out to the living room, stinky butt and all, and I cuddle with him on the couch until he gets restless.
Sometimes, it’s more important to get some cuddles in than it is to get a clean diaper on him. It smells, it’s probably gross, but I take my snuggles when I can get them — poopy diaper and all.
