Two kids home on a Monday morning. #sickday Two different viruses, one additional overlapping one. It's awesome. Two stops to two fast food restaurants at 10am for throat soothing ice cream. McDonalds ice cream machine was broken. A Frosty remedied the situation. A lot of this. Leading to a little jealousy, So a little of this ...
I carry your heart with me
I have now fallen into the role of doing bedtime for my daughter every night. Sometimes I am in a rush, to cook, or to make it on time for a dinner reservation or the start of a tv show, but other times I savor the time, letting the minutes roll by as we linger in the dark, ...
Forever and Always, You’ve got my love to lean on darling(s).
I came across this video today and I thought to myself, "I have to share this with her, and her, and her and her and her" and I wanted to send it to my bestest besties and then I figured they deserved a public shout-out, so this is for you, my loves. You know who ...
“…’cause it will not last forever.”
Tonight, my daughter and I did our normal bedtime routine. I told her two stories (one about today's camp show, and one about a big dolls from Frozen); We sang through our repertoire of songs, but this time she insisted upon trading off with each word, sometimes each syllable, making "Yan"-"Kee"-"Doo"-Dle" and the rest of our lineup feel extremely long. (By ...
“Show a little faith” and Superman.
A funny thing just happened. Funny as in curious and noteworthy; I was just cuddling in bed with my husband and the baby. I heard my daughter playing quietly in the next room, not sure when she woke up, but knew she was entertaining herself. But I wanted her. I wanted the four of us to ...
Because, obviously.
(Purchased on our little getaway in Old Saybrook.
My Love.
Long ago, we wrote love notes. We wrote each other poems, left little hearts around, exchanged cards and poems. Now, our love is much deeper. We have been through the worst together, and I don't say it enough. I am so lucky to have a husband who brings home "just because" flowers to me. That is nice. But that's ...
Boy am I in for it.
Daughter: "Mommy, who is your best friend EVER?" Beat Me: "Daddy is." Daughter: "That was the wrong guess. I'll give you another try. Here. She's four years old and she's beautiful and she's amazing. Now can you guess?" But I'll just say that if she wants to deem me her best friend for life, I'll take it.
Since this is the only real baby book I keep,
I feel as though I should mark down here that my son is now crawling... Solely for electronics.
“Mom I got you flowers for your anniversary,”
"They're sunflowers." I Melt.


























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