I’m not a crafty person. I’m definitely not an artsy person. I quit taking art electives in school after I earned a C in 9th grade art. We did ink drawings that term, and I just couldn’t get the pen to flow correctly. Instead of art, I created the world’s most screwed up Rorschach test. […]
Jenny, don’t forget these little toddler quirks, just days shy of reaching 17 months old:
Toby, instead of saying, “Tickle, tickle, tickle!” says “Godee, godee, godee!” All three kiddos try to bite toes after tickling them – probably because we pretend to nom-nom-nom their chubby baby feet. They all give themselves away by setting their […]
Sitting in the theater watching The Hunger Games last night, a scene in which a character dies set my mind off on a not-focusing-on-the-movie tangent.
I really hope that’s what it’s like to die, I thought. Peaceful, bright – and I’d really like to have someone I love in view – someoneS, really – if […]
This is an average. I have pumped as many as 12 times a day (in the beginning) and as few as four (now). These numbers do not include the time I’ve spent breastfeeding.
I am so thankful for what my body has accomplished and for how my family has helped provide this time.
A year ago, I dressed the babies in their Dad-centric onesies and posed them the best I could. The image would become part of a birthday gift for Rob, and it was hilarious trying to get my three tiny newborns (their adjusted age hadn’t quite hit one month even though they were actually almost […]