We took down the Christmas decorations this weekend. It was something I dragged my feet on a little. I’m not one of those people who can’t wait to rip it all down by December 26th. I like to draw good-feelings out. I have friends, completely lacking...
When I got up this morning I felt exactly the same. No sudden burst of newfound energy. No completely revolutionized children that no longer wake me up by fighting in the hall. I wasn’t suddenly more Jennifer Aniston, and less Rodney Dangerfield. It...
I was writing the last sentence of my last blog “After all, what fun would Christmas be without a surprise” when my phone was suddenly buzzing. My oldest, Alena, was face-timing me. It was 10:00. A 10:00 face time? This was about to be big. She and...
With less than a week left, it is my Christmas Go-Time. Time to get it all in while I can like some kind of Christmas Tradition Cookie Monster, just shoveling it all right in. Time to find the things, and bake the things, and wrap the things, and...
I am not trying to be a pessimist this year or anything,but Justin doesn’t have the best track record with gifts. On our very first anniversary,I was fresh with the excitement and hope of a honeymooner as to what sparkly jewelry or keepsake...
The girls have been making their Christmas lists. Mostly the expected things. A Kindle, a Barbie Jeep, a real working camera. My youngest, Paige, ever the warrior child, has requested two main things: A force-field, and for someone to be kind enough...
I blame Pinterest. I blame it for its perfectly piped icing and its cheery photo-shoots. I blame it for its lush-with-greenery-and-burlap fall tables, and its DIY pallet decor. I blame it for fueling a fire within me to absolutely drive myself into...
I had worked all day. Changing diapers, filling cups. Picking up the same things I had held in my hand at least 8 times. I had grocery shopped. I had lugged things in alone while multiple pairs of eyes had watched me do it from their seats. I had...
I got upset tonight. My 10 year old, Tessa, and I were making a recipe together for some gummy candies. The kit had been one of her birthday gifts. She had not followed instructions. It was already too late when I noticed that she had jumped ahead...
I love being a mom. Growing up it was all that I said when asked what I wanted to be. So much of it is exactly what I pictured. Their faces at Christmas, a birthday cake smash, their first time riding a bike. But no one told me how big of a...