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Ashlee is Mama of one darling boy. A 28 week early bird, now 1 and some change, doing beautifully. She lives near Chicago with her sweetheart husband and French Bulldog. She's a thinker not afraid to get her silly on. Babywearer, veggie queen, photography nut. Before the domestic days Ashlee was pursuing a future in developmental psychology but has happily shifted gears in favor of staying at home and couldn't imagine doing anything else. In her free time (ha!) you can find her whipping up babyslings, holding down the fort at Mama Speaks and spotlighting as an Itsy Bitsy Yoga Instructor.

Review and Anew

A month ago I would have told you I'd had a pretty good year. Weirdness and rough patches for sure but all and all I didn't have much to gripe about. Until December 11.

Tragedy, loss, finality. One day changed the tone of my entire year past and this year to come. My life, our lives, will never be the same. I'm still sorting through details, still reeling from the shock and torrents of emotion, in a cloud without any end in sight. I am grateful for a new year, for the idea of clean slates and starting over, and maybe it's age or new experience, but I've come to realize that as much as we like to say it, we don't just get to close the door and begin again. There is always residue- scabs and scars and areas that open and heal becoming tougher, stronger, less vulnerable and because of that, these things just don't go away. Nor would I want them to.

Last year I was resolved in stillness, I don't know that I've succeeded, but strides were made and I hope to continue.

On a lighter note, in keeping with tradition, here's my Year in Review...

January- Last New Year's was a joy
February- So what's that I've been up too?
March- Not my most eloquent post but you get the idea...
April- We're flying down to Nashville for a few days to visit our dear friends Scott and Carol and baby Liam.
May- Head on over to Mama C-ta to get the answers to all those questions that have been burning your soul.
June- This week I have nursed:
July- So once again I'm up to something... I got the idea to launch a Mama focused review site, full of great products, green tips and worthwhile causes and managed to get some of my favorite Mama's to jump on board.
August-Drink up...
September-Cook-out Schmook-out. We're all about the Dino's today.
October- Once upon a time, Mama and Papa were cool.
November- Doing nothing because I should be doing everything and I don't want to do it all.
December- What do you think about me changing my name to Grimgrump Rottenshorts?

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