I overheard my 5 year old discussing Skittles the other day… I really have no idea what’s appropriate anymore… I feel like there is a lot of potential for Candy Crush related puns here, but I’ve never played, so imma let that illustration (that I already regret making) do all of the work. What […]
Crouching Blogger Hidden Introvert (BlogU14)
It’s finally time for THE BIG, FANCY BLOG CONFERENCE WRAP UP POST! I know you’re excited. Take a moment to compose yourself while looking at this neato post title graphic. Like every lazy hard-working blogger who blogs once a month regularly I’m getting my BlogU14 wrap-up post up a month after it happened right on […]
My Creepy Little Artist
My 4.5 year old got a little scratch on her leg this morning. (*Cue music from Psycho here*) So I probably won’t be sleeping much tonight… I Make Myself the Queen is an itty-bitty newborn blog. Please be gentle with it, wash your hands before touching it, and be sure to come back often […]
The time I scrubbed the kitchen floor
The time I scrubbed the kitchen floor is one of my grandma’s favorite stories to tell about me. I was about four years old. I was visiting at my grandma’s house and I told her to lie on the sofa so that I could take care of her and clean the house. I even made […]
VBAC to the Future: A Birth Story
Jonathan’s birth was going to be an attempted VBAC (Vaginal Birth After Cesarean). Two and a half years prior at my daughter’s birth I had a really pushy doctor that bullied me into interventions that I didn’t want that resulted in a c-section because my baby was “too big”. You know those beautiful birth stories […]
There’s a bra in my lunchbox
You may have already read this story on my other blog a few years ago, but it’s back complete with illustrations. Don’t trade lunches with Jenny! (Why yes, my elementary school was extremely tiny and it was also shaped like a poorly drawn pencil ;)) My mother, being the evil genius that she is, decided […]
Awkward: I sold my teacher what?!!!
1991 It was around March or April of 1991. I was in 6th grade. I was 11 years old. I had the misfortune of having the same math teacher two years in a row. He wasn’t all that bad and still I wasn’t very fond of him. Maybe because Math was my least favorite subject […]