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
There is a moment every night as I’m rocking Mac to sleep when I’m on the third or fourth round of “Bye Bye Blackbird” where I can feel him just melt into me.
It usually takes a few minutes. When we first sit down and I start singing, it takes him a little while to settle down, to stop looking for objects in the immediate vicinity that he can play with, and to find just the right position on my lap.
But then it happens — he settles in, puts his chubby little hand on my face, and draws me in close so my face is right next to his while I sing into his cheek. And he melts.
Incidentally, it is at the exact same time that my heart melts.
