Pour yourself a mug of coffee, pull up a chair and come join me. But please excuse the rambling and incongruity that may will occur. This is my first time blogging and like most things I attempt in life, I just decided to jump in head first and hope I can swim (I’ll just conviently ignore the fact that I CAN’T swim).

As I’m sure you’ve intuited from the title of this brand spanking new blog, I’m a mom. There’s so much more than that though, and I’m hoping that this space will give me a way to organize my hats and rolls (Hmmm Hats and Rolls, now that’s a catchy blog name). I’ve been married for seven years to a great guy and we have one son, who just turned six. Based on a series of stories he wrote when he was five, entitled “The Adventures of BoogerBoy and SnotMom, I will refer to my creative one as BB. I homeschool though really, that term is soooo misleading! We are rarely home and, in fact, BB looks forward to the weekends because we do so much less. But now that it’s starting to get hot out, I think we’ll start to slow down. My hobbies include reading, writing, baking, and cooking. I drool over Chocolate Therapy ice cream, chewy brownies, a good NY Strip steak, Johnny Depp and Alton Brown.

Mostly, I think this blog ‘o mine will be a place to talk about the wacky adventures BB, Hubby and I have, but I’m also hoping to be able to find the courage to write about the bad as well as the good. Specifically, reconciling the way I was raised with the way I am raising BB. I try very hard to do things differently but sometimes I still fear being like my mother. I’m sure there will be the occasional post about my struggles and desire to be a gentle and kind parent in spite of having been raised with anger and violence. In my journey to be the kind of parent I wish I had when I was a child, I’ve turned to an Attachment Parenting style of parenting. Oddly enough, I came to it before I knew there were others who did the same things or held the same ideals. I thought I was alone in nursing a toddler on demand, co-sleeping, and reveling being in his presence. I’m so glad to know that I’m not alone in these things after all, and that while I may not be 100% hard core “AP”, at least I don’t feel crazy for doing what feels right in my soul.

Please feel free to leave comments…Or not, as the case may be. I don’t want to come off as needy or desperate, after all! Regarldess of whether or not you comment, I hope you enjoy. Now, would you mind passing the sugar?