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
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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 My brain is working overtime. Having a baby seems to have that effect on me. My blog and book project were born from a post-partum identity crisis. Not so much depression—just your basic “What am I doing with my life?” conundrum. Recently, I’ve found myself in a similar mindset, so I thought I’d share some . . . → Read More: Questions on My Mind Warning: This post is not for the faint of heart! ***** Writing a memoir is a little bit like having a giant welt on your face. Or at least that’s what the universe seems to be trying to tell me. My mission for this weekend—aside from the usual household chores—has been another round of revisions . . . → Read More: Writing a Memoir is Like… 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 Well, it’s back to reality in my world. I returned to work on Thursday. Starting towards the end of the week was a good move—just when I was totally exhausted, it was Friday afternoon. Lately, it seems as though everyone is posting fun vacation photos on Facebook. I’ve been inundated with shots of kids in . . . → Read More: Vacation Six years ago today, I got married. Deep down, I knew that something didn’t feel right, but I walked down the aisle anyway, and the rest is history. Five years ago today, I was camping with my then-husband and his siblings. Our marriage was a complete nightmare, but I didn’t yet see a way out. . . . → Read More: The Power of a Date 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 My busy life has been stripped down to the essentials; it’s back to the basics for Team Wilhelm. With little to no regard for clocks, our collective lives are now about sustenance, smiles, and, God willing, sleep. Our boy is a sleeper, to be sure, but he has a ways to go in terms of . . . → Read More: I Welcome It |
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