A Happy Story (for a Happy Birthday!)

In the spirit of my husband's birthday, and the fact that things have been heavy (yet hopeful) around these parts, I decided to go spelunking, way back into the cavernous, yet delightful, happy story of my past. As I mentioned yesterday, I receive so many messages from people who are feeling off, or alone, or just simply down, ...

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 ...

You are not alone.

Below, before the three asterisks, is what I wrote early this morning. I took some time off from writing this more emotional post and so, instead, I posted the story of a dance party. Then, my parents took  my daughter to see her new favorite movie, I picked up the cake for my husband's birthday tomorrow ...

Uptown Funk

I am the first person to admit the following two facts: 1. I am not at all in touch with today's current music scene. I know about Sia's "Chandelier" because of an SNL skit sent to me by a friend, I have heard of only about half of the mainstream artists and know very little of ...

Be My Baby

Last week, in my post about my emotional day, I wrote the following: "I had at least a handful of moments where I would catch eyes with my son and smile and he would beam back at me with his grin that is becoming more toothy by the day. I think there is a small part of ...

Crazy Aaron’s Thinking Putty (and my crazy son).

I have told you some funny stories about my son's shenanigans. First, there was the time that I called the pediatrician's office, worried about a red rash on his stomach, only to find out that it was just the stain from the previous night's cherry waterice. Then, there was that fun time that I had to call ...

A quiet day at home.

Today I have spent nearly 100% of my day taking care of my children. This has included, but is not limited to: Getting two children dressed and out the door, alone, by 8:30am, dressed in proper clothing and winter attire; Removing a small boy from the dishwasher; Kissing 2 boo-boos; Waking up a sleeping baby who shook his head no ...

“Superstition ain’t the way.”

It started with a chair. Well, two chairs if I am being honest, but if you get the reference above then we are automatically better friends than we were before you opened this post. More on that, later. Two years ago, just after we closed on our new home, I went with my parents to the Rago ...