
As I fed George cereal for the first time this month, I was hit by something that hadn’t occurred to me until now. This was a last first time. Continue reading

As I fed George cereal for the first time this month, I was hit by something that hadn’t occurred to me until now. This was a last first time. Continue reading
Sometimes I crave adult interaction. After a week home with both kids, I’ve realized, yet again, I am not programmed to be a stay at home mom. I have two modes: go go go or couch potato. Continue reading

He said in passing a month or two ago, next time you go to the zoo, I wouldn’t mind tagging along.

Last night my baby just couldn’t be comforted. He was overtired and just couldn’t calm himself. Continue reading
Ever notice that RIGHT after you host a big event, complete a giant project, or put an end to a stressor that’s been bogging you down that you immediately get sick? It’s a real thing. Ask any newlywed. I bet a bunch of the brides got sick post wedding.
Spring break is here. As an adult, spring break isn’t nearly as fun as a child or even a college student. There will be no drinking until dawn or sleeping until noon.
Today we baptized George. Last time we tried to do this, there was a blizzard so we are very thankful that the predicted snow seemed to have changed course. We were up late cleaning and preparing the house for the many many guests to join our celebration. Sleeping in was not in the cards. Continue reading
Spring Break could not have come at a better time, unless it had showed up a few days earlier. I am shot. A million things running around my head and NOTHING to say or write.
The end.
I am writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Writing Challenge
There’s this 60 seconds in the shower that I let my mind go blank. Have you ever spent 60 full seconds washing your face? It’s longer than it seems. Like excruciatingly long. Try it. You’ll be shocked.

My very first blog ever was about what can happen in the span of one minute. That one minute changed my life in ways I could never even imagine at the time. Continue reading