I’m Erin and I’m trying to get this whole adulthood, motherhood, working professional thing down. Trouble is, I never really outgrew my awkward phase. I am easily distracted, talk too much, eat too much and love hyphens and run-on sentences. In my pre-reproductive life, I was an avid runner, music lover and beer enthusiast. Baby-making has since turned my “hobbies” into cooking, chasing down a toddler, chronic sleep deprivation, and reading and voicing childrens books LIKE A BOSS whilst living vicariously through my much cooler friends and family. I also enjoy sharing flattering photos of myself:
As it turns out, I married my high school sweetheart from a town just 15 miles away (and a town with one blinking light, no less) who continues to make me smile and laugh and who gets enviably more attractive with age. I somehow birthed an affectionate, beautiful, smart, energetic and slightly crazy toddler, Hazel, who I apologize to almost daily that she is stuck with me for an incompetent matriarch. We welcomed a perfect baby boy, Olaver, in February of this year who is an even smilier, happier, and more energetic little guy I could ever have envisioned. I don’t know how or why I deserve my family, but I am eternally grateful for them and pretend to know what I’m doing every day so I don’t let them down.
We are also parents to two canines who may or may not have developed mild depression since the realization they are no longer our only spoiled children. We attempt to remind them on a regular basis that they are STILL our first babies – just the furry kind, not the fleshy kind.
George is a rescue black lab/beagle mix we were absolutely NOT going to bring home with us from the Humane Society in December 2006, yet he has resided here since. Curry is a pug that was bestowed upon us by my older brother before he was deployed to Germany in 2009. He has the face of a Pitt and the intellect of a Hawking. I’ll leave it at that…
I have been working as a physician assistant since 2008 and although my filterless husband would say I whine about it too much (although let’s not be selective, I whine about a little of everything), I truly do love medicine, my job and (most of) my patients. I dream of writing a book someday about my actual patient experiences (think “patients say/do the darndest things!”…plus body fluids and trauma….minus Bill Cosby and cutesy children), but readers would likely claim it fiction.
Together we reside on the outskirts of a small town in Michigan, in the woods, in a cozy house Nathan amazingly built with his own two hands (with some help and some power tools…come on now, he’s not Amish).
I am forgetful, disorganized and irresponsible. Because I am unable to maintain a decent baby book or scrapbook, I turned to keeping a sort-of-crappy blog to keep track of my children’s ever-changing lives! Here’s hoping this blog won’t just be a cringe-worthy tell-all, but a fun and sort of productive distraction to document our memories, milestones and daily
failures shenanigans. Thanks for dropping by!