YES! This! Which is why I pick and choose from RIE (it focuses on treating kids starting from birth as actual whole people), but I don’t go hardcore because common sense.

I’m always amused that the virulently AP moms seem to be on FB 24/7. For a philosophy that’s so child-focused, the kids seem to be ignored a lot so that mommy can tell another mom how they’re horrible humans for putting an infant in a crib in a long FB rant. (Disclaimer: I know some perfectly nice, non-asshat AP…

I work in a museum. We have less than 15 employees but for reasons unknown, have more programming than institutions with double the staff. Of course, the salaried exempt folks are the ones planning everything. And volunteers can never be found for this programming. So everyone who is part-time has to juggle…

As a half-Slovene, I’m intrigued by “smushy-nose”.

That the penicillin IV will hurt more than contractions early on.

I need this dress in my life. I would totally wear this to the museum, playground, whatever.

This is what you’d see wandering around the Opryland Mall in Nashville. Just sit down.

It’s perfectly fine to have a drink. Very little gets in your milk. Pumping and dumping isn’t necessary. If you’re drunk, then you wait until you feel sober.

YES! Ste. Foy is the perfect example of this.

Sort of. I work at a museum known for its architecture, but it’s Regency era instead of medieval.

Baby Bourbon had a lot of hair. I never had heartburn in my life until I was pregnant. Just drinking water would give me heartburn.

I specialized in medieval art history in college (because who needs money????).

I love that Bolduan is just shaking her head like “nope, nope, not going to get sucked into this bullshit”.

I hear you, Ru.

This post is giving me life.

Same, T-Pain. Same. Except Toddler Bourbon thinks it’s the fucking best thing ever.

It’s rather simple but framed.

One of my favorite Mad Men quotes. I have it crossstitched and hanging in my guest room.

Can we PLEEEEEEEASE have a special Shade Court: SOTU Edition?

My grandma made lime jello with canned tuna. It may have been the only thing my grandpa refused to eat more than a bite.