Review of Rock-a-Bye Baby

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Summary- Joy and Michael intervene when their daughter Rachael has difficulties caring for her child Kelly. Rachael. Joy and Michael consider fighting for custody even as Rachael attempts to put her life back together so she can become the mom she wants to be.

My rating- B

The story told in this book was really great. I totally got into the characters and I kept turning the page to find out what would become of Kelly. It was interesting to see Rachael’s perspective on the situation as well as Joy’s and how different the two are. Joy is concerned about the care of her granddaughter and is perhaps a little overprotective. Rachael is battling an alcohol addiction and trying to figure out what she is going to do with her life. Rachael has made many mistakes and she is trying desperately to untangle herself from her past.

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Overwhelmed with life…but I can always count on Dave.

I am at the end with everything. I know I am just being dramatic and overly whiney today, and probably too sensitive, but that is the point I am at right now. I am not happy with work. I want more time with Turner. I want more time with my family. I want more time with friends. I want things that I know are impossible and completely unattainable, and that has gotten me really discouraged and down today. So like always, when I am having the worst of bad days, I put Dave Matthews Band on repeat.

A solid 8 hour therapy session of Dave, and while nothing will change, I feel better. Or at least relax enough to tolerate things a little better. While zipping through the Dave Matthews Channel on You Tube (because I can’t get the I Heart Radio state I created for Dave to play, adding to my anxiety today), I have come to this video and haven’t been able to move on. I just keep playing it on repeat. While there are so many things I want to say, I think this song sums it up. It articulates feelings and emotions far better than I can. I mean, this song is piece of musical genius. You just cannot go wrong with Dave. So listen and be inspired. So here you go. 



5 ways a sleepy baby is the EXACT same as a drunk college girl

Turner never sleeps. I know I complain about this constantly and have written 100 blogs about it, but it is a fact. He may take a nap or two, but in general, at night, he does not sleep. Last night I was up with him twice before midnight, and he even went to bed at 10 p.m. I am only losing my mind a little bit, no big deal. 

But last night, while I was wrestling with him to go to bed, I had a bit of a discovery. I realized that a sleepy infant, fighting with every ounce of his being to stay awake, is basically the exact same thing as a college freshman at her first fraternity kegger during rush. As Turner was flopping all over the couch going in and out of sleep, I couldn’t help but be reminiscent of my college days and even laughed at the similarities. 


 1) Ridiculous babble that you cannot quite make out. 

Well, this is a stretch since I can never understand Turner, but as he battles sleep, he is basically as articulate as a college freshmen on her third Smirnoff Ice. He lets out his high pitched screams, something he doesn’t do typically. He repeats sounds over and over and just laughs hysterically at nothing. Sound familiar?

2) Complete loss of bodily control.

When Turner is sleeping, he flops and wallers all over the place. He tries his best to stand up and play, but sleep overcomes him and he just falls down and rolls around all over the place. I have seen many a girls at a local party when I was in college exhibit this same behavior. The music gets going, and you are really feeling it, and then you take one sip too many and you go from a functioning adult to a hot mess. So this battle with gravity that an infant faces, is essentially the same as a drunk party-goer.

3) Fading in and out of consciousness. 

As Turner vigilantly battles the sleep monster, sometimes, for short spurts of times, he temporarily loses and passes out for a little bit. He crashes completely and just passes out wherever he is at that point of time. But it never fails, in a couple of seconds he pops right back and is ready to go. I cannot even count how many times I have been at a party and some poor girl finds a comfy spot on the couch and before she knows it is out like a light. But then as soon as her favorite song comes on, she jumps up and is ready to go as if nothing every happened. 

4) Do anything for another drink.

 A lot of parents give their children a bottle and put them to bed. Turner doesn’t really care to take a bottle and then go to sleep, but in his sleepy haze he sluggishly crawls and reaches for one. Last night he rotated between his bottle and his sippy cup of juice. He would start to whine and get extra fussy, then roll himself to one of the two, and a few sips, once again he is ready to go. Not to mention how friendly he gets with the dogs when he is sleepy. Seems like he has never met a stranger… just like a girl at a party.  Against all odds, the same stands true at a college party. Although those beers are the exact reason you are in the state you are in, when you start to run out of fuel and should probably call it quits, a little extra chug, and you are right back to being ready to party. 

5) Finally hit a wall and pass out wherever you can.  

It is rare that Turner doesn’t go to sleep in his crib. We usually get him to battle the sleep monster alone in his crib. But last night, as I was obsessed with the Grammys. I decided to let him battle it out in the living room. After a solid 30 minute fight with him on the couch, and him refusing to give in even a little, I decided to put him on the floor. Not two minutes after he was alone on the floor had he crawled over to his bottle, took one last sip, just for good time sake, he was sprawled out on the floor, passed completely out. Once again, sounds pretty familiar right? Once second you see that young college girl bouncing around slurring the words to her favorite song, then the very next second, she is passed out in the most uncomfortable position across the coffee table.

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My last opinion of Stay at Home VS Working Parents

Just a warning, you may not like what I have to say here. 

So someone recently posted this article to Facebook: Why My Wife’s Job is Harder Than Mine.

This is an age old debate. While the guy who wrote that was probably trying to score some bonus points with his lady, this is a debate that I have put little input on here and there, but typically stay away from, but since it is Friday, and because I can, I thought I would put in my two cents. 

First let me begin with the disclaimer that in NO way am I trying to be disrespectful to stay at home moms. My younger sister is a stay at home mother, and a dang good one at that. If she was not a stay at home mom, I would not have anyone to watch my son while I worked 

First, I have a problem with statements regarding a woman’s role as a parent and man’s role as a parent because it defies all principle and arguments around gender equality. Women want the same jobs as men and to make the same pay as men, and while arguing those opinions, they turn right around and make claims about the difference gender plays in parenting. I think it is all bullcrap. This may come as a shocker, but I am a firm believe that women and mean are not equal. We were not created to be equal. We have never been equal. We will never be equal. These are facts of life. It may be a little hard to swallow, but facts nonetheless. 

As far as equality in general goes, women and men are driven by different factors, and at the risk of straying too far from my intended point with this post, I will say in general, in a broad sense of what makes us different is that I think women who want to be equal to men make decisions based on the fact that they have something to prove. Women often take the stance that because of the fact that we a vagina, we have to work harder, work smarter, just work differently than men. With that mentality, decisions that may not typically need to be made, are made to prove that point. So that, is the fundamental basis of why, in my very humbled opinion, men and women have never and will never be equal. 

Now back to my objection of the before-posted article. I am not a stay at home mom. I would give my right arm to be a stay at home mom. I would be a working stay at home mom, but in a heartbeat I would drop everything to be at home with my son. The article argues the stereotypical worth of stay at home moms by saying their “jobs” are planner, cleaner, cook, nurse, taxi service, so forth and so on. I despise this argument with every once of my being.

If that is what a stay at home mom does, then what am I? Chopped liver? I do not just work one full-time, 40 hour, 5 day a week job, but I also work a second full-time job, and on top of that I freelance on occasion. Some weeks I put in 90 hour weeks. So just because I am a working mother, does that mean that the cooking, cleaning, driving, and everything else glorified for stay at home mom’s do just doesn’t get done? I wish! Not only do I have the pain staking task of being away from my son for anywhere form 8-15 hours a day, some days doing nothing more than kissing his sleeping head before I leave in the morning and then again when I get home after he has already passed out for the night, meaning I do not even get to see him in a day’s time, but I balance that with phone calls, meetings and other daily work activities AND cooking dinner, cleaning the house, making sure Turner’s daycare arrangements are taking care of for the week, that he has diapers and food and his doctor appointments are scheduled and you know, everything else that comes along with this whole parenthood thing. 

Please do NOT misunderstand me. As much as I want to be a stay at home mom, I understand that it has its own challenges. I would go nuts not being able to work. I like working. I strive best with 100 things on my plate. I would go crazy trying to pretend that I care what Dora is exploring today or what Micky’s special secret tool is to fix whatever catastrophe has broken out at the clubhouse. That takes more strength, dedication, focus and patience than I could ever even fake. That is a special skill that I do not think I will ever be able to muster up. While I think a stay at home mom has a different job and daily routine than me, I do not think either are more difficult or more anything other than more different from one another. 

I get it, the article talks about a stay at home mom versus a working dad. So I will tell you my problem what that. Andrew works a different schedule every week, travels 10-13 weeks out of the year and has to be away from Turner more than I would ever be able to handle myself. And despite his job in sales, since I leave for work earlier than him, he gets Turner up in the mornings, gives him breakfast, packs his diaper bag, takes Turner to wherever he is staying for the day and handles anything that needs to be done that morning. Like last night, he gets home sometimes after Turner has gone to bed and doesn’t even get to see him. Despite working 40-50 hours a week when he isn’t traveling, he never misses a doctor’s appointment or a moment of Turner’s life. I can only imagine how hard it is for Andrew to balance all of that. Not to mention that Andrew is captain poop cleaner, and saves me from that turmoil as often as he can. 

His balancing act of work and parent is no harder or more prestigious than mine or a stay at home mom’s. It is just different. I couldn’t imagine being the only working parent and the stress that being the sole provider for a family would bring. That seems like it would be something just as tough to deal with that the to-do list of a mother. 

I am tired of this argument. Stop arguing equality and gender rights when you keep trying to differentiate yourself based on gender roles. You’re a stay at  home mom? Awesome! You’re a working mom? High-five! You’re a working dad? Neato! You’re a stay at home dad? Claps for you! What is the stinking difference? How about you are all parents trying to do whatever you think is best for that sweet piece of perfection. 



Just a motherly thought to start my day

I would give my left arm, and any other limb, to be able to stay at home with Turner at least one day a week. Heck, I would take a half day! Leaving him each morning just breaks my heart to pieces. I am really struggling with this today because this morning when I woke up Turner had a stuffy nose and was a little fussy. I just wanted to hug him and stay in bed with him all day. Then to make me even more jealous, Andrew gets to stay home with him until he goes to work at noon. Why can’t I have that? 😦


Writing, writing, and more writing, this time for car seat safety

As if the fact that I am a full-time copywriter, basically a full-time newspaper reporter and then freelance for another newspaper wasn’t enough, my motherly instinct has driven me to organize a child seat safety event. In the last week, I have basically beasted it and gotten all local law enforcement, the local hospital and a ton of local businesses to participate. So that is encouraging. I have a couple of months to put it all together, but have been working non-stop to get it going and build momentum. 


75% of car seats are installed wrong. That is terrifying. I even had Turner’s seat in wrong until I started researching it! I wanted to fix this and work to educate other parents. So i began working to plan an event on April 5. I am still working on a catchy name other than, Child Seat Safety Event (I welcome suggestions) and a catchy slogan. But I hope it becomes something that is not only helpful, but something that can be repeated often. This is the most recent type of marketing write up I have done for it. Feel free to tell me what you guys think. 

Macon County Sheriff’s Office, Franklin Police Department, and Highlands Police, as well as Angel Medical Center have all signed on to be a part of a countywide Child Seat Safety Event in Macon County scheduled for April 5. 

Currently, the event is being planned to be held at the Fun Factory Parking lot from 11-2. The different departments have individuals who are certified in the installation of car seats. There will be a check point set up for parents to drive through to get their seats checked. 3 out 4 car seats are installed incorrectly. That means 75% of children are riding in cars and are not securely strapped in. We want to change that. 

 The task force working on organizing the event will handle all of the planning. We are looking toward the business community to help us in offering incentives for parents to come to the event. Some parents may have no idea their seats are installed incorrectly. I am that parent, which is why I wanted to organize this event. Because they may think their seats are installed correctly, we want to offer other incentives such as discounts to local businesses to help draw them in. 

A couple ways business and individuals can help:

 The big push we are doing with businesses is for the week following April 5, which would be April 6-12, we are asking that businesses who are interested in participating sign on to offer parents who come to the event a 10% discount. Parents who come will be given a business card that says something to the effect, “I got my seat checked.” The card will feature a list of businesses who agree, so parents will know for that week, they can get discounts at those locations. Not only does this give the parent an incentive, but it also encourages them to shop at local businesses. 

 Other businesses are looking to sponsor promotion materials for the event such as stickers. We want to have stickers made for the children that come. In addition to the stickers, depending on what we get from the community, we may make an entire goody bag for children. 

 I have had individuals and organizations contact me about donating car seats. Car seats cost about $60 each. If law enforcement finds that a child has outgrown a seat, or the seat is expired or on the recall list, by law, they are not allowed to let that parent leave using that car seat. So we will need car seats to offer to replace them. There are state programs that offer seats as well, but those seats are generally limited. Macon Program for Progress plans to but a car seat, the best kind possible, to do a raffle for parents. 

Other organizations or businesses could consider sponsoring hotdogs or waters to offer to parents as an added incentive. The fun factory will be open and are looking to either offer free play time for people that Saturday or a discount to their restaurants as well. 

 We want it to be a community effort. We would like for all volunteers for that day to have shirts so they are easily identified. The shirts will also feature names of all businesses who donated or have agreed to participate. 

We welcome any and all help. So if any of these ideas do not seem to fit what you are looking for, and you have your own idea, I would love to hear it. If you do not think you can offer something and just want to help promote the event with a flyer in your business, we would love that as well.  

I would be more than happy to answer any questions that you may have and set up a time to meet to discuss this further if you would like. Thank you so much for your interest.


My child may or may not be possessed.

This weekend we had a couple of firsts. Some good, some terrifying. We can start with the good. 

On Friday, when I got home from work and got to scoop my baby up for this first time in what seemed like an eternity, he hugged me. He crawled over to me, pulled himself up on me put one arm on each my my shoulders, put his head on my chest, and squeezed. It was without a doubt, one of the best moments in my life. It was the first time my sweet little ball of perfection actually hugged me. I mean, he puts his head on my neck when I am holding him all the time, but thats not a hug. This was a real, honest to goodness, make your heart melt hug. And it was perfect. 


I squeezed his little body then when I let go and looked at him, he had the biggest smile on his face. Then he lunged his body toward mine again and gave me another hug. It was complete perfection. Andrew thinks I am crazy, that this isn’t something to celebrate or something to write about. But you would have just had to be there. It was the sweetest, most perfect, best thing I could have ever asked for. 

 Now, with that bit of praise being said. Let me tell you how also a first this weekend, Turner scared the living daylights out of me. Turner doesn’t sleep at night. It just doesn’t happen. I have written about it here a ton of times. He is up three to five times every night. He never needs much, maybe his paci, a bottle, his mobile cranked, just something, but it is always something. 

Well, this morning around 4 a.m., he started to stir around. I had already gotten up with him a little after midnight for a bottle, a little after that for a paci, so this time, I got up and made him a juice bottle and was ready to give it to him, but by the time I got to his crib, he was fast asleep. I went back to my room and went back to bed. I couldn’t have been asleep for more than five minutes or so when I started hearing Turner talking. He is only 7 months old, so he doesn’t actually talk, but you know what I mean. He was “ba, ba, ba and Ma, goo” and all the other sounds that baby’s his age normally make. He was even doing this thing where he sticks his tongue out and blows spit everywhere that he does all day long. I assumed he must have woken up. Its not super unusual for him to want to get up at 4 a.m. for a little 30 min play session. 

Well, when I went into Turner’s bedroom, I made my way to his crib, ready to get him out, when I realized that he was still sound asleep. He was on his belly, with his little tush in the air and his head in his hands just making all this racket. Andrew talks in his sleep almost every night. In fact, last night, while sleeping, Andrew said, “I hope the cheesecake hurries up and finishes because Turner has a game today. He is pitching.” Last night Andrew also said things like, “The sox are going to win the world series, don’t you think,” and “Knuckle ballers are the key to winning.” then he named off some “great” knuckle ballers. I am used to Andrew talking in his sleep, but for the first time, Turner was talking in his, and it was terrifying. It was like he was possessed or something. I would have bet my life that the way Turner was acting, he was awake, but nope. 

He continued to talk for a couple of minutes, until I couldn’t take it and just got him out of his crib and put him in bed with us. Which brought on more firsts, because typically I hold Turner and just go to sleep, but last night, he decided he wants to own the bed. He flipped and flopped all over the bed for a solid 30 min before falling asleep.