They were the prefect baby shower favors. I left happily clutching my little pots of rosemary and licorice basil; sweet {& tasty} reminders of the mommy-to-be’s blossoming belly and the promise of precious new life within. Just two simple little sprigs sat in the small containers. The rosemary I repotted in a cute little green planter on my deck. Over… Read More
Welcome Little One
I had the incredible honor and delight of cheering on my big sister as she labored like a champion to bring her second daughter into this world last night. Congratulations Sarah & Jeff…she’s perfect! Introducing: Amira Natalia She looks so much like her big sister, Zuri! Born at 10:56 am on Saturday, September 11th Weighing in at 8… Read More
My Doh-Called Life
I realize a little more each day that passes on this rollercoaster of parenting, just how little motherhood looks the way I thought it would. I envisioned it as hard work, “colorful” and unpredictable, yes, but for some reason, I also imagined it being…well, somewhat “controllable” and, uh…neatly packaged? Like little balls of play-doh, sweetly nestled into their color-specific containers. … Read More
Monkey See, Monkey Do
It’s true what “they” say…children are like sponges, they absorb whatever surrounds them. Or something profound like that. This can be a phenomenally useful tool…or a devastatingly sad truth. It never ceases to amaze me how much of the behavior I find unacceptable or annoying coming from my daughter, was learned inadvertently from me. The scowl. The stern reprimand. The… Read More
Snakes and Snails, and Lego Raptor Tails
Little boys are somewhat foreign territory to me. Okay, fine…totally foreign territory. I must confess I was just a little terrified when I found out we were having a boy. I just don’t know how to do boy stuff. And I must say, I’m quite comfortable with the lack of flaunted bodily functions, daily need for superglue, and pain infliction. … Read More
Assembly Required: A Birthday Story
{alternately entitled: the things we do for our kids…} Good morning, sweet birthday girl. Your daddy bought you flowers! He also happened to bring in your massive birthday present from the garage. {please notice the Christmas wrapping paper, for that was the plan…had we not all been sharing one room at my parents house with no room for enormous… Read More
Stream of Consciousness
Today was a toughie. Definite crazy cycle going on between Cricket and I. Both ended up in tears. Twice. Was not pretty. Most definitely not one of my finest parenting days {by a long shot}. Comedy of errors in getting together with a new friend I just met…running behind, gas light on {country life does not provide us many gas… Read More
Shortcake is on the Line
It never ceases to amaze me just how many potential ‘lessons in love’ I face daily. Potential because there are days I choose not to take the opportunity to learn, but simply to remain in whatever frustrated {read: impatient, ungracious, and overall unpleasant} state I may be in. It does amaze me, however, just how little I seem to have… Read More
Farewell Mommy Mafia
Judgment. Doesn’t the feeling of the word in your mouth just make your tongue swell? Judging. Judgmental. However you say it, when coming from one human to another, based on flawed perception, it wreaks havoc. Dishing it out, like we so easily do {especially as Christians, you know it’s true!}, may deliver a temporary sense of superiority or achievement, but… Read More
A change of heart
My husband is a country boy. I was a city girl. Notice I said “was”. I’m a changed woman. You see… Boy meets girl. Girl who despises smell of cow poo {and who assumes all country life involves having to smell cow poo day and night and life in a crappy, old farm house} convinces country boy that life in… Read More
Paint, Cookies & Attitude, oh my!
How has 3 years flown by so quickly? It seems just yesterday I was feeling her little feet kick within my belly. Okay, that’s not true. Many days it feels like 13 years, but you know. As my beloved besties remind me, “it is what it is…but it will not always be this way”. And it is for that reason,… Read More
My Anthem {to be framed in a 24 x 36}…
Excuse This House Some houses try to hide the fact That children shelter there; Ours boasts of it quite openly, The signs are everywhere. For smears are on the windows, Little smudges on the doors; I should apologize, I guess For the toys strewn on the floor. But I sat down with the children And we played and laughed and… Read More
