When I peed on that stick–all I didn’t know, 2.0

When my daughter was just shy of 18 months old I wrote about all of the things that I didn't know when I had first decided to become a mother. How that list has grown. Since that time I have learned about RSV and nebulizers, I have learned about cheerios vs. puffs, Disney Junior as opposed to Nick Junior... the ...

Check!

This morning's wake up was a typical one; My daughter roused early and spent time playing in her room. That was until about 6:15 when I heard her calling for me, somewhat frantically. I hopped out of bed and went straight to her room. "Mommy!" I heard her crying. "I NEED to hear 'Defying Gravity!'" Okay. And her sharp cries woke ...

On writing.

This morning, as I straightened up my kitchen, I found an old picture that I had developed; It was a photo of Ernest Hemingway, aged and bearded, writing with a pen on a legal pad. *** Recently, I found a journal that I had kept as a child. In it I had proclaimed that I wanted to ...

“…’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 ...

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 ...

The holy (nail) grail.

I have written before, many, many times, on both this site and over on the other, about my obsession with color. I am obsessed with the color of my hair. I am obsessed with the color of my rooms (and yours). And I am Ob. Sessed. With nail color. And it's weird. Because it has nothing to ...

“Friendship is thicker than blood”

This morning, as I drove my daughter to her last day of school for the year, we blasted One of our favorite musicals, Rent. We were on Disk 2. Her favorite. She is partial to the middle tracks, but today I thought we should listen to the beginning. We listened to the beautiful chorus of "Seasons of Love" ...