Hi, and welcome to my blog. This is the first blog I have ever written or even participated in. I am not 100% sure what the impetus was to start this, other than I have learned so much over the past few years raising two decent human beings and that knowledge needed an outlet. Even if I am the only one who ever reads this. Besides that: a) I have entertaining stories to share about kids and life; b) I have some pretty amazing parent-fails that I hope will make others feel better about their parenting; and, c) I am a writer deep down and need to start practicing that every day. This will hold my feet to the fire as it were.

Ok, the name. I am not some crazy, hippie, earth mother who howls at the moon every month. My middle name is actually Mhoon, and I am a mama.

When I was in high school, I had a friend who started calling my mom Mama Mhoon and my siblings the Mhoonlets. I have stolen Mama Mhoon for myself and reissued the Mhoonlets to my two children (Murph, I hope you don’t mind!). I will also refer to my kids as S (my daughter, currently 3 1/2) and E (my son, 1).

Back to not being crazy, hippie, earth mother. There is a place in our world for those mothers. There is a place in the world for ALL mothers! That doesn’t mean I won’t roll my eyes at the things they do… I was pregnant with S at the same time as a good friend of my sister’s. Because we were suffering through pregnancy together, we invited one another to our baby showers. She wanted to know what to get me and asked my sister what kind of a mom I was. Ok, let’s be honest, I was huge (my kids were both over 9 lbs at birth), but I didn’t feel like a mom yet. More than that, I had no idea what kind of a mom I was. A good one, I hope? I asked my sister to clarify and she said that her friend described herself as a hip, urban mom. I responded with, “I’m a normal mom.” And, I have felt that way ever since. I guess that question is really what started me as a mom.

As a self describe “normal mom”, I work hard to make my life easy and fun. I use products that are convenient. I buy clothes that are easy. I use disposable diapers. I breastfed for as long as could, and then I stopped (first time with a lot of guilt, second time not so much). I bribe with chocolate and ice cream. Some days I do it right. Some days I succeed as a parent!

If you have made it this far, I hope you enjoy my writings. Thanks for visiting.