Everything.
EVERYTHING.
Even the salad greens and sprouts I buy at the farmer’s market down the street.
Every.
Single.
Thing.* Continue Reading
All You Need is Boob
We discovered early on that Quinn really likes music. Whenever he gets fussy, you can (usually) distract him with a song.
That said, one gets pretty tired of Frère Jacques and the Itsy Bitsy Spider.
So we improved upon appropriated some popular songs to add to our repertoire.
If he’s getting cranky waiting to nurse… Continue Reading
The Many Changes of Parenthood: In Graphs
Whoever said…
The more things change the more they stay the same.
…has definitely NEVER had a baby. Quinn turns six months old tomorrow. I can’t believe how little time has passed; it feels like an eternity. There have been some marked changes in my life since he joined us. I felt like these would be best represented in graphs:
Where did you come from?
Where did you come from, my sweet little baby?
What were you before you were mine?
Were you the wind ruffling my hair?
Were you the sun giving life to the trees and warmth to my skin?
Were you the river in which I swim? Continue Reading
Misogyny in Tech – WebinarNinja Edition
I have spent way more time than I ever wanted to looking at different webinar platforms.
WebinarNinja stood out from the pack. WebinarNinja spoke to me. It said, “I’M A MISOGYNIST ASSHOLE.”
How did it say it? Continue Reading
The People Inside My Head
Since Quinn was born, I can go from zero (not stressed) to sixty (“HOLY SHIT HE’S GOING TO GET KIDNAPPED”) pretty much instantly.
Instead of letting my crazy thoughts take control, I have decided to name the different personalities in my head.
That way when I think, “OMG Will’s changing Quinn. Is he going to fall off the changing table?! Did he buckle him in? I hope he buckled him in…”, I know that that’s just Worried Wilma taking control of my brain. Oh hello there, Worried Wilma. Thanks for your input. Let’s move on.
Here are the characters in my head: Continue Reading
On Childbirth & the Reinvention of Self
When I turn my reflexion on myself, I never can perceive this self without some one or more perceptions; nor can I ever perceive any thing but the perceptions. ‘Tis the composition of these, therefore, which forms the self.
– David Hume: Second Thoughts
For the majority of last year, I was creating a tiny human.
An amazing CGI rendition of what happened inside of me…
These twelve minutes stretched over 40 weeks…
While I was in it, I don’t think I realized how much it was taking from me. I had physical symptoms that reminded me that the bulk of the good nutrition I took in was going straight to the baby, but I didn’t really notice that I didn’t have my usual oomph in regards to creative pursuits.
I just pressed on… creating that tiny human… and working at light speed to try to transition to my new business model… Continue Reading
Misogyny in Tech – Fast Pay Edition
I get invited to a lot of different events. The other week, I was invited to a Breakfast Roundtable hosted by Fast Pay (gofastpay.com).
It actually sounded pretty interesting. Until I got to the part about who would be speaking… Continue Reading
Welcome the Mighty Quinn!
We made a silly birth announcement to celebrate the birth of our son, Quinn.
Do you want one? Send me your address and I’ll send you one!
