a squeeze kiss and ice cream trucks.

In August, I told my son about the fact that I'd had severe postpartum depression after he was born. I did not use those words, of course; rather, I told him that "I got a little sad" and he understood it and did not understand it and it was a pretty good balance. In January, my book came out and I ...

Lightsaber

My son is amazing. I feel as though my love for him grows everyday, and that is not a cliche. I am tickled by his cuteness, charmed by his devilish grin and touched when he hugs me and says, "Mom, you're the best. You are wonderful." My son is also incredibly stubborn. He wants what he ...

I got a little sad

I have had a lot of blog posts formulating in my head. I want to share so much with you. I have wanted to share what I have been up to; some cool updates. I have wanted to share with you some fun or helpful or pretty new finds so that you can enjoy them like I have. I thought that ...

Songs for Seeds

This is a post about a music class. Except, it's really not. While I will share with you about our incredible experience at Songs for Seeds (the Wayne location!), this post is about so much more; parenting, music, human connection and Abba. Not necessarily in that order. Fact #1: If you have spent any time on this blog, you will ...

I DO know how to toilet train my son!

It only took one year of trying! Exactly one year ago, I published this post entitled "I do not know how to toilet train my son." I swear that I wrote a follow-up post to the original, but I cannot seem to find it. I did, however, write a more recent post involving my son and the toilet, but ...

I am proud

I am many things this morning. One is proud. That is not easy to write; in all honesty, I have almost chickened out of this post entirely a few times. But I am going to try. This is not a post about all of the things and people who are making me proud in my life right now. Let ...

24 hours

Motherhood is an amazing thing. It is magical and mercurial (and yes, sometimes situations can be maddening). As a mother, I can be rockin' it one minute and then cleaning up an enormous mess (whether literal or figurative) the next. In fact, it is this very spectrum that inspired me to started writing this blog 6 1/2 years ago; ...

This time of year

I remember when I wrote this post -- about the autumn leaves crunching under my feet and the smell of firewood in the air. I remember it so vividly, yet it was over six years ago, when my daughter was not even six months old. She was just starting to speak, as she was an incredibly early (and eager) ...

(To my) dear son

Dear Son, In thinking of this post I will be honest in that I couldn't shake the feeling that I had written you a letter like this before on this very site. That there was another post called "Dear Son" and my search just now confirmed my suspicions; almost two years ago I wrote you a ...

Happy Birthday, Dear Man o’ Mine

Happy 33rd Birthday, Dear K. It is now officially 12:00am on January 19 and I just whispered "Happy Birthday" to you, as I watch you sleep beside me. (I realize that I am currently breaking our electronics curfew, but I am hopeful to earn back my privileges with copious amounts of cake.) Also, I literally just spent 10 ...