Clearly there’s the main actor in this blog, HJ, and then the supporting cast, Papa. The thing about supporting cast is that they play such an important role. For anyone new or happening upon this blog, Papa is my husband, his blog pen name of anonymity. Papa has always been so supportive of this blogging…
Until very recently, I typically read blogs about mommas and babies, not realizing there is an entire world beyond spit-up, middle America, and reality television. I love those things, but I’m finding that by literally transporting my own life, and that of our family’s to Paris, France, has truly opened my eyes. I still enjoy…
Over a year ago, we had dinner with some returning expats in the states. Papa’s co-worker had completed a 3 year assignment in Paris, and he and his wife shared their wealth of knowledge with us. Books were lent, stories both amazing and horrifying were shared. Just after HJ had a huge meltdown and slammed…
WARNING: This is a POOP post. If you are disgusted by discussions around poop, colon cleansing, etc. please, please don’t read on. I don’t want to inflict any unnecessary damage on any reader who is grossed out by poop. According to the company who produced the colon cleanse that cost me lots of $$…. I…
This week, on the surface, nothing happened. And yet, when I sat down to write, I realized so much has happened. HJ is potty training…. he’s not a baby anymore. He says things to me like, MOOMMMAAA, I NEEEDDDD YOU,” and “MaPa (Momma & Poppa), what are you doing here?” “I don’t like that.” We…
If you’re new to HJ Underway, you may not have heard about my freakout here, here, and here regarding some strange girl stealing photos of my son through Instagram. In a heated retaliation, I made my Instagram private and deleted my feed off of HJ Underway’s Facebook. A few days ago, I made myself public…
The other night while pretending to study French while Papa was actually completing his homework assignments, he leans over and shows me his worksheet. “Hey, take a look at this.” I lean over and try to un-gloss my eyes over. My own homework page of understanding French time, formal versus informal is.just.so.riveting. “Does that say…
A while back I wrote an application for a blogger bestie, which at the time felt good to put out into the universe. I know things can come organically but often the smallest step can open up a whole world of opportunity. I was so unsure of publishing that post because it felt a bit…
Momma is hurting. Not mentally or spiritually but literally physically hurting after a weekend of excessive food and drink. Sometimes I have a serious lack of, geez I can’t even think of the word because I’m a bit fuzzy this morning. Willpower, yeah, that’s it. Willpower, power over my will to just say no to…
This week we’ve been trapped inside the house due to the fact that it’s happening. Potty training. After a rough start on Sunday, we’ve been accident-free since Monday morning (knocks on wood). And in need of an outing.Going to the library in our hometown was fun…. it has a large collection and a huge playroom….
