why nic’s bottle’s up
i guess this is where i write about the “purpose” of this site… this blog… this journal. originally i started it as a way to communicate with family members, knowing we would be literally on the other side of the world, in japan, with our newly born precious son. so the blog began when i was pregnant in ’07. the sonogram pictures commenced, the expanding belly pictures, etc… webcams were bought in preparation for our around-the-world-communication, and we geared ourselves up to go… to japan. friggin japan.
and obviously if you’ve read this far, you’ve also read the challenges we faced once jackson was born, the challenges he faced upon being allergic to my breast milk… the impending reflux… the teaching oneself NOT to eat because of the pain and torture it provided him.
so, why is my bottle up? here’s how i see it… if jackson can refuse my boob, then his bottle, endure two hospitalizations, a feeding tube for 8 weeks, and then proceed to spend weeks vomiting on me profusely whenever he feels like it… would your wine bottle not be up too???
i rest my case. cheers!











