By 10am I was ready to curl up in a fetal position in bed and be done with the day. That is how I retreat from the world and also from myself. And today, I really just wanted to ignore myself. And remove myself from the presence of everybody else I may have to come… Continue reading grateful for new mercies
Christmas was everything you anticipate: beautiful, special, fun, and exciting. And just like that, it’s all over. Ah. Anyway. Moment of sadness done. Moving on. I wanted to put down and remember all that this month was to us, but right now I am rather sleepy feeling and completely uninspired. But I know that tomorrow… Continue reading christmas 2013
…has been a pajama sort of morning. For both Baby and me. And I’m still not showered or dressed. Sometimes I just get going with the day and completely skip that step. And that’s what happens when you finish breakfast, devotions, nursing a babe, and dive right into the day’s baking of cupcakes and cookies.… Continue reading This morning…
It’s all snowy and wintry and windy out. It’s rather perfect since it makes it feel much more like Christmastime, but it did add an extra ten minutes to The Husband’s commute which is stinky and today is supposed to be my grocery run day and there’s no way I want to go out in… Continue reading the reason
This week has been the sort that leaves me wondering if I would rather rewind and start it all over again or quickly fast forward and be able to move on. I don’t need to go into detail and complain to you for an entire paragraph, but it’s been a week of feeling fried, battling… Continue reading christmas recipe
I’m just here to say that I always usually enjoy my mornings. But this morning? This morning was extra enjoyable. It involved a large mug of coffee, pumpkin bread, and hanging out in a room that has an almost-finished Christmas tree. And of course, Baby. He loves mornings best. And he really liked this morning… Continue reading mornings
Baby Boy, with your first breath of air, you drastically changed our world. And it’s been better ever since. Adrian, minutes old. You were so wrinkly a year ago. And such a good sleeper. As long as it was in my arms. Not much has changed. Except you’re not so wrinkly anymore. Adrian, six months… Continue reading Happy Birthday, Adrian Richard!
I told myself that since I’m not keeping a baby book and my journal has turned into hastily scribbled prayers, I would keep this space up-to-date with the happenings of the Tabolt Home and our Baby’s world. I forget everything so I should write it all down to remember. No, really. You think I’m joking.… Continue reading untitled
We celebrated our 2nd anniversary and continued with our tradition of staying home and making dinner ourselves (doing something two years in a row does create a tradition, right?). It may seem a bit on the boring side, but our cozy town is situated 45-60 minutes away from any restaurant we enjoy and sometimes it’s… Continue reading Since last time…
Mornings are quiet around here. And really, the only consistently same part of any given day. Baby usually naps for quite some time and I usually spend the hour and a half to two hours staring at a computer screen and getting a bit of work done. I’m taking a break real quick to post… Continue reading on being busy