Hello World! (Isn’t that what you’re supposed to say to open your first blog post?) I’m Bailey; like the alcohol, not your next door neighbor’s huge golden retriever. I’ve done it, I’ve made, I’ve cracked that golden egg, I’ve been granted admission to that elusive club that I’ve always admired from afar, but have never been able to break in to; the mom club. That not-so-secret secret society where wiggly human toting ladies chat about mystery topics like ‘colostrum’, ‘helicopter parenting’, ‘Ergo babies’, and ‘meconium’. What language are they speaking and how can I learn it?! Well, come to find out all I needed to do was get ” jiggy with it” with my delicious honey. That sneaky sperm discovered the code to my birth control protected eggs and ‘wham bam thank you ma’am, I’m starting initiation into THE club. I survived the hazing my body subjected me to during initiation and made it in. I’m certainly not the club President, Secretary, or even Treasurer, but I relish every moment spent in the club. Yes, I’m that annoying mom who LOVES being a mom. I’ve almost made it to the one year mark in my membership and what a roller coaster it has been; the big daunting and exhilarating roller coaster, not the kiddie one I’ll be stuck riding for the next few, or more, years, depending on the fearlessness of my male kiddo.
I’ve had the privilege of turning some of my more annoying qualities into a career, or many mini careers wrapped up in one big cohesive package. Let me break it down for you; my slight obsessive compulsive disorder equals a Professional Organizing business, my desire to talk ad nauseam about how empowering, glorious, and spiritual pregnancy, childbirth, and all the baby stuff after is equals me being a HypnoBirthing Practitioner, and me growing and depositing a human from my womb equals a lifetime career as ‘mommy.’ I would like to add ‘Bailey the Blogger’ to my list, and fill you in on how all my Professionally Annoying qualities impact my life as mommy. Just to warn you, I find alluring alliterations, similar synonyms, and making up words, to be simply fantas-inating.
I find that, for the most part, I’m a pretty happy mama. I certainly have my “moments”, but usually pull myself out of “those moments” fairly quickly, and drop myself back into the “let’s stop and smell the roses moments,” literally. I am blessed to live in beautiful Ojai, CA where there are abnormally fragrant roses blooming almost year round. My little guy Hudson, and my hunky guy Eric, also seem to be pretty cheerful most of the time, as long as there is a boob or two around, preferably with some milk inside.
I in no way think I have it all figured out, but I do think it would be fun to share my tips, tricks, ideas, alliteration full anecdotes, and whatever else I think would add a little more upside down to the frown we all sometimes fall victim to. I would adore the opportunity to not just spout my ideas, experiences, and whatnots with you, but to interact with you. Send me your questions, comments, random baby pictures, and whatever else, so we can start a fun, hopefully informative, and supportive dialogue. I know that you are really nice, but I want to remind every one else to keep it kind, kind of clean, and kopacetic (yes, I know kopacetic starts with a ‘c’.)