About/Contact

Photo courtesy of Bludoor Studios in Southlake, TX

I am a… errr… I guess late twenties, once self-proclaimed priss who traded in my pointy toed high heels, daily trip to Starbucks between business meetings, and aspirations to be the next Katie Couric for life as a mommy (complete with nearly daily trips to Chick Fil A, coffee made at HOME, tantruming toddler who may, at any moment, pee through his big boy undies, and aspirations to just get my teeth brushed by 10 am).

All of this happened in the spring of ‘07 when a rocking good time at a wine festival lead to an oops, a pregnancy scare, and the subsequent shocking disappointment that I actually wasn’t with child. I suddenly went from having the occasional bout of baby fever (usually cured by a week with nieces and nephews who reeked of apple juice and slimy graham cracker crusted hands) to full blown BABY RABIES. This is the story of how I went bat shit crazy, nearly overdosed on Tums, had my brain eaten by a fetus, my vagina torn apart and nipples set on fire and survived to tell about it.

Oh yeah… and I also write a lot about the new love of my life, my son Kendall, and disgusting things like toddler poop and pee and more poop, and about life as a pregnant mom to a toddler. In the past I’ve written about cloth diapers a lot, too. It seems that the Baby Rabies not only turned me into a maternal being, but also one that is increasingly crunchy, eco-friendly, hyper aware of chemicals and carbon footprints and such. The toddler has moved beyond these now, but we’re gearing up to embrace them again when we welcome our second baby, due on Christmas Eve.

I am sarcastic, and use foul language at times (although I am getting MUCH better… seriously… I am), and a tad (ha! maybe more than a tad) dramatic, and I love to write in very long sentences with lots of commas and “……” because I write like I think and talk. This blog is one big diarrhea of the mind and fingers and a nightmare for any English teacher. (All very funny because I actually have a degree in journalism from the University of Missouri, but it won’t surprise you when I say that I had to take that farking grammar test twice and I still barely passed it. That’s why I was in BROADCAST.)

So…yeah… I think that covers it. Want to know more? You can always shoot me an email at Jill@Babyrabies.com