Dear One Year Ago, At this point, One Year Ago, I had woken, earlier than I needed to, in an absolute giddy state. I wandered around my childhood home in a trance, nothing to do, and needing something in a terrible way to keep me busy. Girls slowly started to arrive from other bedrooms or… Continue reading One Year
Today I’ve worn leggings. All day. They weren’t intended to be worn that long when I first slipped into them this morning, but as the day progressed they just seemed to be needed. You ever have one of those days? You know, the kind where you need comfortable clothing? Today I also put one of… Continue reading untitled
We’re in the 30th week, dear baby of ours. This means you could make your appearance in about 10 weeks. Or 11 weeks. Or even 12 weeks if you get real comfortable in there. I’m eager to meet you — to know what you are, to name you, to have a body to hold, and… Continue reading 30.
There really is something so very intoxicating about the beginning of fall, chilled mornings. You wake quickly as you push the covers off and the cold hits you. An extra sweatshirt is grabbed to put over the one you already wore to bed, warm socks are pulled from their drawer, and slippers are frantically located.… Continue reading Fall Mornings
For you see, each day I love you more Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow. ~Rosemonde Gerard
Every Wednesday I spend my morning playing dragons, doctor, Goldilocks and the Three Bears, and reminding an almost-two year old to go potty every hour and a half or so. Throw a baby into the mix and there’s a bit of bottle feeding, burping, and diaper changing that also happens. Lunch time comes and one… Continue reading Wednesdays
Mornings come early in this place. A walk is taken, sandwiches, yogurt, a granola bar, a cheese stick, and fruit is packed for a day in the office, and breakfast is made. We alternate between scrambled eggs with toast and oatmeal around these parts. He likes the eggs better and I like the oatmeal better.… Continue reading new things
Every Tuesday you’ll find me at the park in town picking up fresh produce at the Farmer’s Market. The town I live in is small — like, if you google it you’ll discover that it’s 566 small. (How is that even possible?!) I guess all 566 of us leave our homes to shop outside one… Continue reading a bit of chit chat.
A case of the sniffles got me. Tissues, congestion, and foggy heads shouldn’t be part of summertime. They’re for cold months when you can put on a comfy, oversized sweatshirt and drink lots of tea with honey. July is not made for colds. But that’s not the only thing going on around here. Remember my… Continue reading food
Sometimes we have a Friday night free. Not most of the time but sometimes. On those rare occasions we do something a bit out of the ordinary to celebrate. Well, I don’t know if “celebrate” is technically the correct word — it just happens to be my favorite. Celebrations and parties should be a regular… Continue reading friday night