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 ...
When it snowed
I can still remember the day. It was Thanksgiving, 2010, and my daughter was seven-months-old. We had given her a bagel to gnaw on for the very first time and she played happily on the floor of our small, quaint living room in our little, first house. And then, snowflakes started to dance from the sky and ...
Cake Smash
On October 24, my son--my precious, strong boy--turned three. I am so proud of the little person he has become. My son knows what he wants in this world and he fights for it (even if that is the entire box of MOREOS! NOW!) He is incredibly kind and he loves his family deeply... but no one compares to his big ...
Treasures
My son and daughter are best friends. I thought about trying to link to all of the posts that chronicle their journey together, but there are oh so many. When I found out that I was pregnant with my second child, I was so excited at the notion of a sibling for my girl. At that point I was ...
Light: A Haiku
My two little gems shrouded in light; their own glow. You are my sunshines.
Before 8am
As I start typing this post at 8:03am two thoughts are running through my head: 1. Please don't let there be some sort of major spill, disaster, mess, destructive episode, injury or otherwise in the five minutes that I step away to write this post (during which time I have my six-year-old "babysitting") and 2. I have already ...
Clear eyes, Full belly, Can’t lose
Five years ago I wrote the post below, completely, blissfully unaware of what my life would look like today, one new house, one new child, a million tears and a grillion smiles later. But, it is worth noting that my heart has still been growing. And now, as my sweet girl cuddles up by my side on the ...
“We were together.”
I forget the rest." -Walt Whitman
Dear Five-Year-Old-Daughter,
Dear Five-Year-Old-Daughter, I could write and write and write about how incredible it is--how incredulous I am--that you are about to enter Kindergarten; how I don't understand when you grew to be this size. It is mind-blowing. But, instead, I am going to tell you about the snapshot from one morning. This morning, in fact, when you ...
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