Yesterday afternoon, my two year old and I scrubbed the kitchen and dining room floors. I set out to do it myself while the baby was napping, but Linnea was immediately interested in my bucket of soapy water and my sponge—sometimes, I think it works better to do it by hand rather than with a . . . → Read More: What is Fun?
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When I was in ninth grade, my family moved across town to a big brown house that quickly became HOME. It was the kind of place that attracted other people, and over the years, we welcomed many honorary family members—often for a meal, sometimes for extended stays. One of the most frequent and consistent visitors was a . . . → Read More: Kids Getting Married Since the movie Home Alone came out in 1990 (Um, 21 years ago? Really?), I’m sure I’ve seen it at least once each holiday season. My brothers and I no doubt enjoyed repeat showings of the Macaulay Culkin classic, but our viewing experience was heightened by the presence of our father, who had a very . . . → Read More: Sympathetic Pain Linnea has a fever for the sixth day straight. We spent a couple of hours at Urgent Care yesterday to learn that it’s a virus. Of course it is. Last night, I rocked her in the glider for longer than usual, pressing her hot cheek into mine and telling her how much I adore her. . . . → Read More: Saturday Morning I really like to write posts about problems that lead to “aha” moments. It’s fantastic when my struggles can be neatly packaged into a narrative that wraps itself up with a tidy little bow. Extra points for self-deprecating humor, of course. But much of the time, life isn’t tidy. Problems linger, emotions fester, and I . . . → Read More: Life Isn’t Tidy There’s a very young boy sitting on the floor next to me. Occasionally, he looks up and gives me that killer smile of his (dimples!), but for the most part, he’s more interested in his feet. He waves his arms to see what that might feel like, then looks contemplative while he sucks a few . . . → Read More: Learning and Trying Yesterday, I spent five hours organizing the absurd collection of baby clothes we’ve managed to acquire in the last three years. It happened rather subtly—tiny socks, onesies, and footie pajamas found their way into our house as hand-me-downs, baby shower gifts, and thrift store finds. Much of the clothes were purchased well in advance, and . . . → Read More: Real-Life Family If given a soft polka-dot blanket and a nudge toward my bed, I assure you that I wouldn’t dawdle. Hell if you’d catch me hollering for string cheese or running laps around my room in the nude. If given a soft bed with cool sheets and a fan pointed my direction, I assure you that . . . → Read More: If Given the Chance to Nap Maternity Leave Sadly, I have only three days left, but it’s been fabulous. A few weeks in, I decided to stop trying to nap. I was constantly frustrated because the kids would never asleep at the same time. My strategy since then has been to just keep moving! We’ve been to the pool, the splash . . . → Read More: What I’m Loving Right Now A couple days ago, the kids and I went for a walk around our favorite pond. At the half-way point, I had to decide whether we’d head home the same way we’d come or take a different route down a quiet residential street. For whatever reason, I chose the former. As we walked down the . . . → Read More: Decisions |
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