I’m raising women here, OK?

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When I found out our first baby was a girl, I was thrilled. After almost two years of girl life, I wasn’t ready for that to be over. I silently hoped our second little bundle was a girl as well. Nothing made me happier than finding out I was going to be a girl mom again. Sure, I’ve had scary thoughts of teenage life with these two sweeties, but nothing could damper my happiness of raising girls. WRONG! O how wrong I was!

It’s not the drama, the attitude, the whining and crying. It’s the other girls. Apparently, we now live in some alternative universe where “mean girls” start in pre-school. Now, I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck. I was prepared to counsel my girls through middle and high school bullying. BUT pre-school, are you F’ing kidding me? This isn’t going to be the post where I rant and rave about my daughter’s experiences with “mean girls”. This is the post where I make sure my daughter doesn’t turn into one.

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Birth Plan Breakdown

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I recently received a text from an expecting momma reading “soooo I don’t have a birth plan”. When I had my first babe almost 4 years ago birth plans seemed to be just emerging as mainstream. Now you can’t find a pregnancy checklist without the daunting “make a birth plan”, “review your birth plan”, “make multiple copies of your birth plan”, “plaster your birth plan to your vagina”.

So basically, if you don’t have a birth plan you are already a horrible mother. Which is why I had one of course. A birth plan so elaborate and decisive that it would be criminal for me not to share.

Sarah’s Birth Plan

#1. Give me the drugs.

#2. Give me my baby.

The End

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Who gives a shit about Decorative Pillows?

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I just need to vent about a few things really quick. I’m sure some of you guys can relate and some of you have much bigger problems, so my apologies in advance.

-First of all, my almost 4-year-old has been in pre-school for a full month now. That means for an entire month at least one person in my house has been sick at all times. There has yet to be one day when I don’t get snot smeared on my shirt.

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when you get knocked down-part 3

And we made it! Just that I didn’t have a breakdown is a miracle.

 ” developmental delay ” are the sweetest words I have ever heard.

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when you get knocked down, part-2

So as I mentioned in

https://slightlysarahblog.com/2016/09/08/when-you-get-knocked-down-part-1/

 This is personal writing that I did not intend to share. So the letter below is a very raw piece I wrote to my child. I feel compelled to share all of this now because of the shadow and stigma attached to any child labeled “less than perfect”.

This is a piece I wrote for Eve the night before she had her “evaluation”. I write both girls letters on and off so they have them when they are older. I did not realize how scared I really was until I read this back to myself.

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When you get knocked down-Part 1

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These next few posts were actually not written for this blog, they were just my person pieces, written because that’s how I deal with stress. I decided to blog this part of my life because I think maybe it could help someone else. Also, it is real, true and very relevant to me, and that is what I promise you guys when I write.

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Holy Party People

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Well two full months after the wedding, I am back at it again. No, not another wedding, trust me, never again! Another party though, actually two parties. One baby shower for my sweet Heather, and one christening reception for my youngest daughter.  The baby shower has lots of surprises, so I’ll share that on a separate post later.

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