As I sit here eating my raw carrots, broccoli and hummus it occurs to me that I have become a pseudo hippie.

Let's look at the facts shall we:

1) I had a homebirth. My placenta still sits in our freezer awaiting to be buried in our backyard (I apologize for the TMI moment, but it is pretty significant in my epiphany).

2) I use cloth diapers.

3) I breastfeed, and will continue to do so until Jackson decides he's finished, whether that's 12 months or two years, so be it. Two years is the most I'm comfortable with at this point, but I'm open minded and know that opinions change.

4) I make my own baby food.

5) We cosleep, babywear, and believe that if your child is crying at night there's a reason for it, "an unanswered cry is a need unmet".

6) I don't want to get into politics too much, but let's just say that I am not offended if someone makes fun of my bleeding heart.

7) We use coconut oil, and all natural baby shampoo (California Baby, it smells super good) instead of Johnson and Johnson.

8) I have arnica (a homeopath) in my drawer which I will use instead of tylenol or advil.

I don't know why, but I'm shocked. I feel like I'm about five steps away from burning sage (not that that's a bad thing) and singing kumbaya.

2:58 PM