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summer days

There’s an arboretum a few minutes from our house – it’s hidden away on a busy street, most people don’t even know it’s there. It’s nearly always empty when we go – a giant field of trees and grass and flowers – it’s beautiful and peaceful.

After the rain this morning, the sun came out and it was a really nice day so I decided to get out of the house and take Ryan to the arboretum so he could run free and I could

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Before I was a Mom...

I got an email from my mom today about being an awesome mom (aww, thanks mom!). It made me think of my life before Ryan.… before I was a mom…

…picking someone else’s nose was DISGUSTING. Now, I hunt those boogies down.

…I showered every day and took my time (ya know, 20 minutes) getting ready and putting on makeup. Now I’m lucky if I brush my hair and leave the house without food stains on my pants.

…I rocked out

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Happy Mother's Day, Mom!

Dear Mom,

Happy Mother’s Day! There are so many things that make so much more sense to me now that I’m a mom. There’s so much more I appreciate about you and the things you’ve taught me. Thank you for being a wonderful mom and for always being there for me and for

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Extended breastfeeding: am I a mom or a bottle?

Ryan is 15 months old and is still breastfeeding. My goal was 1 year. I don’t know what I thought would happen at that point… he’d magically stop? It’d just go away? It’s not so easy.

I’m not saying I want to quit because I don’t. I don’t see how I could! Ryan runs over and either gives me the sign for “milk” or he simply rips my shirt off – really. We’re trying to teach him that this is not okay to do

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Just me and........ me.

Do you remember the days when you’d run errands alone and you’d use the time to call a friend? Shopping alone was boring so you’d get a friend on the phone and chat while getting groceries or looking for clothes.

Now?

Oh.my.god. I’m alone. ME TIME. If anyone talks to me or calls me or interrupts my mindless thoughts, THEY DIE.

When you’re able to get out sans-kid, a trip to Target to buy toilet

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