For the past few weeks I’ve been watching flowers bloom my yard with what can only be described as sheer delight. We haven’t lived here for quite a year, we moved in after the azaleas had faded; the daffodils were a distant memory. Because of the foliage I knew to expect irises (but I didn’t know
I completely forget the circumstances that sent me there (which is maybe best?), but one day I was standing in the kitchen, shoving pretzels in my mouth faster than I could chew. Mary Virginia: Mommy, why are you eating pretzels like that? Me: Well, Dear, It’s because you’re stressing me out. Mary Virginia: [starts laughing] But,
I never planned to nurse Thomas as long as I did. Actually, I take that back. I never really planned any sort of timeline. David self-weaned abruptly at 12 months. I was eight weeks pregnant and in the throes of first trimester exhaustion when I weaned Mary Virginia at 16 months. Neither of those things happened
Thomas turned 23 months old this week. Since I didn’t write a 22-month update, I’m left with the task of writing about all the way he’s changed in the past two months, which is an impossible task my friend. Toddlers. All they wanna do is grow. One thing I realized while preparing this post is that
I became a stay-at-home mom almost six years ago, and one thing (among many) I’ve struggled with for that entire six years is taking time for myself. It’s one aspect of parenting that doesn’t change. Kids go through all kinds of stages and phases, so my days and routines have changed drastically throughout the past
Recently I noticed that my motivation for creative activities with my kids has really plummeted. To my credit, I think it’s in part because my kids are much more likely to entertain themselves than they were two years ago. When I had a 3- and 1-year old, they were aimless unless I gave them direction —
Today is the first day of spring break! It’s exciting even if you’re only in preschool, which means your entire life is basically spring break! CELEBRATE!!! We have no big plans, which is my exact idea of the perfect way to spend a week. We plan to spend every day outside, playing with the hose,
This is a post about flowers. But first, a quick tangent about homes. If you want to skip straight to the flowers, click here. Otherwise just stick with me. I promise it’ll all make sense. A few days ago a friend of mine mentioned on Instagram that she’s moving. Her move is similar to the one
The past two weeks have been busy, busy, busy over here. I guess that sort of goes without saying because we’re always at least a little bit busy — even if we’re ONLY talking about laundry. But in the last two weeks two kids got sick (including a 105.7 fever that stuck around a little too
We lost an hour for daylight saving time last week, or the week before, or actually who can keep track? Because turns out that hour we lost was the one we needed to function, to be able to walk through the living room without accidentally falling on the couch and sitting there for the rest of the