I feed my kid to a hippo when she’s naughty.

January 22, 2011

Sometimes, after Bella throws an epic temper tantrum on the floor of a museum because she can’t touch the bronze kitty or the oil paintings and has to hold my hand when I let her down and can’t run so she collapses in despair because LIFE IS NO LONGER WORTH LIVING IF SHE CAN’T TOUCH THE BRONZE KITTY, at times that this –

I just feed her to a hippo. Ever so sneakily. It looks like we’re just having a good time right? Innocent fun. Then.

Gulp.

What? Doesn’t everyone do that? Hippos love little kids.

Nom Nom Nom.

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I'm Diana, and my blog is about loss, grief, motherhood, trauma, faith, moments of incredible wonder, candid thoughts, and a little snark. You can find more details on our story here.
Sam and I have been married since I was 19. He was 20. He's an OIF, medically retired veteran of the Army and Marines. We have 5 children - Bella was born in 2009 after a rather bumpy pregnancy and her first year was mostly crazy reflux. Preston and Julian, my identical twins, were born at 20 weeks in 2012 and lived only a few hours. Kaden was born full term in 2013 seemingly perfect, and at 4 days old he was found to have cardiomyopathy due to ciHHV-6. He passed away at 3 weeks old. Charlotte was born in 2015, and was a complete surprise to us. Each of them have changed our lives completely.
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I love Jesus - even though sometimes I get really angry and upset at the way our life has gone. I hope through my faults, insecurities, snarkiness, selfish nature, and general mess - my love for Christ and His work in my life shines through in my story.


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