Why “Momma Goose”?
For reasons not worth mentioning, my husband calls me "Gooseberry." Our sweet son hatched on May 9th, 2009. I started thinking like a Mom long before that.
Read more about me, my gander and our gosling in the "cast of characters" tab at the top of my blog.
To laugh often and much;
to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;
to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure betrayal of false friends;
to appreciate beauty;
to find the best in others;
to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden, or a redeemed social condition;
to know even if one life has breathed easier because you have lived.
This is to have succeeded.
--Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Until Saturday, only my husband, my sister, and Swistle knew I had a blog. I wanted to share it with all of my friends and family, but I was apprehensive. I felt so…exposed. So naked in front of the crowd.
But Saturday, I woke up with a twinkle in my toe and a pep in my step. So I thought to myself, “Self, why not do something irreversible?”
That’s when I decided to tell my 431 closest facebook friends about MommaGooseNotes.
Once or twice, neither my doctor nor any credible website has been able to answer my baby-related questions. (Ex: “Why does my belly make a clicking noise?”)
So I ventured into the world of Parenting Forums, where I had no idea what the hell anybody was talking about.
I had an ugly sweatshirt in the 4th grade. White, boxy, hoodless, with crooked, flourescent letters citing all the ways one could say “no” to drugs (i.e. Broken Record, Cold Shoulder, etc.), this dashing little number makes several frightful appearances in my childhood photo albums.
I scored that puppy in an essay contest. The topic was, “What will you do if someone offers you drugs?”
The DARE officers liked that I said “I would weigh the pros and cons.”
The Good News: Continue reading
Since you and I are such good friends, allow me to let you in on a secret. Continue reading
There’s nothing like a properly stocked diaper bag to make a new parent feel like MacGyver in the face of a minor emergency.
For my first post ever, allow me to provide a bit of background information about Momma Goose Notes…