This is Gabby. She’s like, the sweetest little thing. Gabby is my niece, and I got to meet her for the first time a few weeks ago. She is cuddly and adorable and crawled right up in my lap to snuggle. Gabby and Mary Virginia have also never met. The last time my sister’s family visited,
First, some context. David likes to ask me what people say, what inanimate objects say, or what people are going to say. Then he makes me do a full mock conversation about, for example, what the car in front of us is saying. It’s saying, “You can follow me!” It’s a cute routine, and it can
Mary Virginia took her first steps a while ago. She even started walking, cautiously, earlier this month. But on July 18 we decided she’d officially earned biped status. And all of the sudden she’s saying new words and phrases. She actually says “I want that.” It sounds more like “Iundat” but the connotation is there.
The other night I snuck into Mary Virginia’s room and put a half an onion under her crib. I didn’t tell Tom because I knew he’d think I was crazy. And, ok, I thought it was a little crazy, too. It’s just that she’s been fussy and pulling on her ears and, by now, all
My little brother married Abby, his high school-turned-college-turned forever- sweetheart last Saturday. Abby married my brother and took his name, and her new initials are ASS. Pretty early into the relationship, she realized that sticking with him would mean getting stuck with those initials, and she decided my brother was worth it. What a gal.
Month thirteen has been chock-full of milestones.The biggest milestone, the one at the top of the pile, above all the waving and talking and starting to walk, is our very first road trip without Daddy. It was only a three-hour drive, and we brought 18 pounds of animal-shaped carbohydrates to make the trip possible, but
The other day David woke up and the first thing he said was, “Mommy, is today my birthday?” We talk a lot about birthdays in our house. We already had Mary Virginia’s birthday, then Berkley Grace’s birthday, next is David’s, then Mommy’s, then Uncle Jason, then Mimi, then Caleb…that’s how the birthday conversation goes until
Guest post from Tom: When we were dating I used to write Amanda letters all the time. On our five-year anniversary, I wrote her a letter. She always writes blog posts encourage friends and family and tell them how much she appreciates them, so instead of just writing her a letter, I decided to write
The other day David asked me for a banana, and when I handed it to him he looked at me the way I look at people when they say “literally” when they should have said “figuratively”. Turns out, the banana broke when I put it on the table. We haven’t had that sort of drama
Right after Tom and I got married, we went to Costco and stocked up on some things. We bought a big thing of paper towels and a box of Ziploc bags that had several individual boxes of three different sizes of Ziploc bags. Five years, one cat, and two kids later we’ve finally run out