Can you feel the chaos? We are in the midst of the NCAA Basketball Tournament. It is madness, yes, but when you live with a teething baby and a toddler who WILL NOT nap, you barely notice. My entire life feels like a sporting event with upsets and unexpected runs; a tournament with the appellation
I’m running the Monument Ave. 10k in a few short weeks. Gulp. I don’t think I’ve ever been so unprepared for a race. My last race was the Richmond Half Marathon. Back then I was just five months postpartum, had a bad cold, and was totally and completely sleep deprived. I felt — and looked
Mary Virginia is 9 months old. Actually, she’s 9 months, one week and four days old. If you’re wondering why this post is so late, it’s because the east coast of the United States of America celebrated daylight savings time right after she turned nine months. That means we lost an hour, which means the
Not every day is all rainbows and shamrocks around here. But today? (Aside from the snow and sleet outside.) Today that’s all it is. Happy St. Patrick’s Day. Hoping your day is filled with pots of gold and blue-eyed leprechauns, and reminders that we have a God who lavishes blessings on his people. “In him
These photos are a bit dated. This happened two months ago. (The really funny thing is, it happened 21 months ago, too) We had just come home from a long weekend away and were unpacking the car. There were bags full of toys, clothes, food, and babies everywhere. Apparently, Mary Virginia needed a snack. You know
Ever since David has had even a little bit of hair he’s twirled it with his finger. He does it when he’s tired, when he’s distracted, when he’s unsure, when he’s dealing with a difficult co-worker. We’ve seen him do it in his sleep. I took this photo over a year ago, before his first
Tom and I went to a wedding this weekend. In addition to celebrating with our friends (congrats Emily & Doug!), it was a nice occasion for Tom and me to have a date night, which we never do because I am a giant stick in the mud. I am a giant stick in the mud
Tom told me that this week was the coldest on record in March. We are so lucky to be alive during this historical moment. Winter is, I hope, having its last gasp; snow, ice, frigid temperatures. I did posts in honor of summer and fall, and though winter is not my favorite, I’m also a
When we were kids, my dad used to tell us he picked us in a cabbage patch. Good try, Dad. Then why do my knees pop just like yours? And how do you explain my inability to throw away a jar of peanut butter before scraping the ever-loving marrow out of it, thereby slashing my family’s monthly
Albuterol, saline, labeled oral syringes, Azithromycin, Tamiflu, ear-numbing drops, thermometers, acetaminophen dosage chart for quick reference. If I had to choose one photo to sum up fall/winter for our family, this would be it. Usually when one of the kids are teething or has a cough, I keep their medicine on the counter and put