I was not totally smug about Baby Boy never really having a diaper rash. Except THAT ONE TIME he was teething, and it was no biggie, because like, he’s cloth-diapered, and they don’t really GET rashes, so, yeah …
My smugness did not totally come back to haunt me when Baby Boy got a wicked-awful diaper rash last week (though he wassssss in disposables, so … maybe I remain smug about the cloth diapers?)
When I took over Baby Boy’s diaper to let him “get some air” while running around my mom’s living room, I definitely did not giggle when he squatted like a bear in the woods and peed AND pooed on her carpet
I would never embarrass my son on the internet by describing it as … a messy poo
Also, I did not laugh at Darling Husband, who was (unreasonably) frantic at the accident
Definitely did not tell him how many times Baby Boy peed on our own carpet
When Baby Boy’s poor bum looked worse, I was the model of decorum, and never said anything insulting like “Eww! It’s like ZITS in his BUM CRACK!”
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep them from taking over my life. Creating things helps.
Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.
I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time with her writing. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)