My baby turned seven yesterday, and seven feels extra old sounding when it’s the baby. Seven feels less chubby-cheeked, and much more knock-kneed. More grass-stained, and more wonky-toothed. Mothers know there is just something about the baby, when...
My girls (and I) are obsessed with my daycare baby, Greyson. Greyson is 13 months old. His blonde head, fuzzy like a kiwi. His smile feels like it can stop time. I have watched him for about 9 months. I, therefore, feel I have put in enough work now...
My six year old hates eating dinner. Every night we gather around the table as a family, say grace, and then all buckle down to spend the next 45 minutes begging her to eat. It’s just what we do. It doesn’t matter what feast I have prepared. Be it...
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...