The myth of the perfect baby

This post is part of the Mamatography 2014 Project with Diary of a First Child and Momma Jorje . We are taking (at least) a photo a day, a collage or a picture each week to keep a record of our year. Join us at any point during the year and start sharing your own daily photos! Click Get the code here below to add the blog hop to your blog and join the fun. (Also sign up to be added to a comment group!) Yeah, it's been a rough week. My mom is sure she's very sick and keeps needing us to call an ambulance for her. Both times in the last ten days they didn't admit her though, which only makes things worse at home because it makes her more attention seeking and drug seeking. But moving on...I'm a day late and I apologize, but I'm here! So let's get this show on the road. A lot of the pictures this week are these. For what it worth, I love comments, and it rocked that I got so much encouragement in this direction, because this is my everyday life ...

I don't know how many of you believe in ghosts, or spirits or energies.  I happen to firmly believe.  I live in a house filled  with energy.  My stepfather and my grandmother both died here within months of each other, not to mention that my grandpa had already been hanging around in spirit for about 20 years and my brother about 10.  Then my uncle passed away and he manifests as a sneaky little boy like my mom remembers him from her teenage years.   If I wasn't already a nut job, living in a haunted house might do it.  You'd think anyway.  But this isn't my first one actually, I've been a haunted person for longer than I can remember so I'm rather used to it.  The hard part here is that it's people I love and wish I could have back.  Why I'm so lonely for them in death I don't know, I wasn't very nice to them in life for the most part.  Maybe this is my Karma?  Perhaps. I'm also faced daily with the memories and the belongings...