The myth of the perfect baby

 So I know it's super sporadic that I write in this blog. I'm going to change that.  Notice I didn't say *try* to change it? I'm just going to.   I can absolutely make at least 10 minutes every few days or maybe even every day to write a few words.  Or more, I don't know lol. What makes me so sure?  Well, I'm just getting over covid for the what seems like billionth time, and I spent a lot of time on TikTok.  Some good, some dramatic and weird. (think pink sauce, spicy bowls and Dre McCray) and some pretty inspiring.  I wish so much that I could remember the creator's name, and I will desperately try to put a link to their page in if and when I do, but one in particular stuck.  I actually promised to write here at least once a week.  I'm also pretty sure we'll be adding some blog posts over on the shop site that'll include some recipes.  In case you don't have the link handy that's  Juni's Creations  and you'll be able to find ...

 It's been a long time since I've been here, doing this.  This thing I used to do and cherish so very much.  My priorities changed, my life changed, the world changed, everything and everyone changed.  And that's ok.  I don't know where to really begin with this, but I'm betting it'll be a long one, so if you're here, reading this, settle in for a long post.  With a lot of run on sentences and grammar errors because when I get to typing I really don't pay as much attention as I should, and I don't proofread these as much as I used to.  My time is more valuable to me than it used to be.   A long time a go a whole lot of doctors told me I was really sick...so sick I was going to die but not QUITE sick enough to qualify for any help of any kind. So I had myself pretty depressed for a while.  I realize now that ir was mostly self induced.  Some of it was situational, but most of it was because I do a great job of convincing myself the worst ...