Summer is finally here. It sort of snuck up on us this year. After weeks of one day in the low 60s and the next in the mid-80s, we’ve started seeing mosquitoes and are appalled at the humidity. Welcome to summer in the south. Yesterday after eating fajitas on the porch, Tom grabbed the hose
David thought I was boring before, but even he wasn’t prepared for the level of lethargy I’ve reached after 37 weeks of pregnancy. The only games I want to play are “let’s lay on the bed and pretend to sleep” and “go to Starbucks and get Mama a Java Chip Frappuccino.” David will play “sleeping” for
If you have a very discerning eye, you may have noticed that David’s hair is growing. David doesn’t have much hair, he takes after his mama. I’ve actually talked about this before. So before you say, “Oh, I didn’t have much hair as a kid either! I didn’t get hair until I was two!” Check that
I’d been holding off on getting out baby clothes and organizing all of our newborn necessities — things like swaddles, newborn diapers, merlot. I thought maybe our lack of preparation would entice the baby to come a little early. If being a mother for 21 months has taught me anything, it’s that babies like to catch their
I’ve mentioned before that David doesn’t say mama. He doesn’t, but that isn’t the entire story. David CAN say mama, he just won’t. Or, rather, he won’t call me Mama. Usually he doesn’t call me anything, but when he has to he calls me Mommy, which sounds like “Nah-EE”. David also seems to be really
The other day during dinner, David was shoving corn in his mouth without putting his water down. He did it for like five minutes straight, which is 34 years in toddler time. Once I went to get the camera, though, he stopped. Toddlers are spiteful like that. As soon as he put his water down
David is 20 months old. Twenty months. It’s a milestone I never thought we’d reach because, even though these months are flying, now that I’m pregnant I count my life in weeks. David will be about 21 and a half months when Baby Krieger gets here, which, now that he’s 20 months, sounds so soon.
After two weeks of vomit, diarrhea, and laundry, everyone in our family is back to eating solid foods. It’s a good thing, David has missed his daily bowl of marshmallows. Here’s the upside: we’ve saved a ton on groceries. David used to love spaghetti, then he hated it, and now he loves it again. He must have realized
You never realize how many holiday decorations revolve around balls until you have a ball-obsessed toddler. There are pumpkins at Halloween, ornaments at Christmas, and then there are Easter eggs. David calls them Easter balls. Our church hosted a huge Easter egg hunt, an event David has been training for his entire life. He treats
Now that I have a child, the days when they would just take everything — sheets, pajamas, blankets — outside and burn it after an illness makes a lot of sense. Throwing everything in the washing machine just doesn’t give you the same satisfaction as watching all those germs go up in flames. On Easter morning, before