An emotional day.

Today was a pretty good day, despite the fact that my daughter was home sick with a bad cough and fever. I had fun with my kids and delighted in their (our) love for each other. I had at least a handful of moments where I would catch eyes with my son and smile and he ...

Diving in (and peeing on).

So, it has been well established that my two children were very different babies. My daughter didn't sleep. My son sleeps. My daughter nursed for 18 months. My son nursed for 10 weeks. My daughter would sit and play for hours. My son eats candles. My daughter, when taken to the pool for the first time, splashed on the ...

Stay Tuned and Get Pumped! (is what I was going to say.)

Patience, my dear ones. For I am off to a happy place, where I will be celebrating my 8th Engagemaversary in that very same spot. ...is what I had written, yesterday, prepared to publish today, as I would now be off to St. John, via St. Thomas, with my entire family; Parents, siblings, kids... It's funny. Just last week, ...

Be there and be square.

I made it no secret on here (and in my life) that I was quite nervous about expanding our family. We were a perfect triangle. I remember taking an autumn trip to the beach house with the fairy godparents and sitting on the couch for hours, literally, listing the reasons why I was scared to have another ...

The little feather that could.

This morning was a morning like most others. We watched an episode of My Little Pony, found the "Tuesday" underwear from my daughter's drawer, hurried her off to school, as my son and I stayed in our pajamas. My son and I snuggled up in bed for a good two hours and napped together, as I fell ...

All aboard.

Today is a sick day. I am home with two sick kiddos and not feeling so hot myself (except, if you mean temperature hot, which I do, a little). Throughout the past four and a half years I have written about so many sick days; the time that my baby had her first fever and my husband ...

Two(s) Haikus.

For him, at bedtime. Eyes close in my arms; Remembering your blue hat. Always my boy, babe. For her, at wake up. Before the sun rose you tiptoed into my arms; Hearts beating in sync.

Snapshot of a Day

Tuesday, November 4th. It is Election Day. It is my Poppy Don's 86th birthday. It is the date when my son was supposed to have his bris, had he not come 4 days before his scheduled C-Section. But this Tuesday is also an anniversary, and not a good one. A year ago on the Tuesday of this week I received ...

I mean, why settle for four eyes

when you can have eight? So, yeah, this morning we found out that our baby boy, 10 days shy of his first birthday, will need glasses, just like his big sister. Evidently, though, he is an overachiever, because whereas she didn't need them until she was 13 months old, he is getting them before 12. Atta boy! And though he ...