A long time ago, back when people would mass email surveys and stories to everyone on their mailing list because no one had even heard of social media yet, I read a story that stayed with me. I can’t remember who sent it to me, or the exact storyline, but essentially, it went like this: A young girl had just met the man of her dreams and was talking to her mom about it. She was dreaming about the things they would do and the life they would live, just the two of them. Her mother listened patiently then offered her daughter a little piece of advice: she counseled her…

Sweet mother of pearl. I swear I don’t know where the last month went. The older I get (and the more kids I have) the faster time goes, and for the life of me I can’t get it to slow down. In the last few weeks our Weebean started school, Hank decided it was time to potty train, and our little prince is two months old. I feel a bit like I’m starting to come up for air after Prince Will’s birth. I am someone who really struggles through the first six weeks after having a baby… I don’t handle the lack of sleep, no established routine or excessive hormones…