Happiness is ______ {Week Twenty-Nine} #happinessis
2013 is going to be a fantastic year – a year where we collectively focus on the happy and the joy in our lives. What …
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“The Last One” Woes
She climbed onto my lap quite dinosaur-esque, readying her position for some nap-related boob-time. I leaned back into the couch, my trusty heating pad clicked …
How a Fever, Sleepless Nights, & Obnoxious Kids Changed Me as a Mom Forever
After getting sick late Wednesday night, I spent the last part of the week in a fever-induced haze. Tired, rundown, haggard, vacillating between sweating and freezing, all …
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Today, I Broke Down and Gave In
The past two weeks of “back-to-school” have been particularly tough for me, watching my kindergartner go off the first time, my oldest son practicing at …
Making It Count
Some days are more frantic than others – when no matter how hard I run after it, I can’t catch my breath, I can’t find …
One (Heartbreakingly Beautiful) Week
“Mommy? Why is your belly still big?” My seven-year-old asked. “Because my belly is still getting used to not having Baby V in it, sweetie. …
The Flood
He woke up from his nap and of course, moseyed over to me for some quality fresh-from-his-nap boob time. He crawled up into my lap, …
The End of an Era – How Do I Let Go?
For over ten years I’ve been kissing and snuggling and hugging baby-type people, kissing and devouring their baby faces, dressing their chubby baby arms into …
Top Teeth
We literally had to hang Baby Dude by the rafters to get a shot of his new tooth poking through. (Alright, we don’t have any …
Dear Baby Dude, Love The Twins
Dearest Baby Dude, We know we’re tasty, and filled with nutritional awesomeness, but we’re not a teething toy, nor are we something to poke at, …
Soccer Mom
Saturday was the end of season soccer “tournament” which was played on squishy grass and mud, in bone-chilling temps, with take-your-breath-away wind. As if that …
Slow Down Sweet Children, Slow Down
She leans against me, nursing, clutching my shirt, eyelids weighed down, as she drifts into her mid-afternoon slumber. How did she get to be so …
