• Kids

    Snack Attack*

    Occasionally, as a mother who has had their insides ravaged by pregnancy, I need to pee. (And by occasionally I obviously mean all the time.) This is usually when my children feel is the MOST IMPORTANT time to ask VERY IMPORTANT questions. Questions that CANNOT wait. The fate of the universe rests on the answer, kinds of questions. …and they almost always involve snacks. As I disappeared for two seconds to use the bathroom, P realized that he had never eaten before ever in his life and was STARVING. He found me, and started yelling / asking (yasking?) through the door if he could have a snack. Wanting to be…

  • Parenting is hard sometimes.

    This is hard.

    I wish I could say that our day yesterday somehow magically made everything better. We had a great day. After I wrote, she came down and we snuggled on the couch and finished Chronicles of Narnia, which we’ve been watching in pieces over the last little while. We went to pick up the boys and made a big show of “pretending” she had been at school. She loved it. This morning we were back at square one. Actually, to be totally transparent, we were about 10 steps behind square one. It was a rough go. You see, on top of her just feeling a bit burnt out by the routine,…

  • Mom Stuff

    I am not a “fun mom”.

    I have a few good ideas now and again, but I’m not always great at letting loose and just being spontaneous. I like to have fun, but it’s usually planned… I am someone who likes structure and routine. It’s how I survive life with four kids. It’s just who I am, and I’m okay with that. ❤️ I also grew up in a family that takes pride in doing things well. We had a lot of fun as kids, but we also had responsibilities and chores, and my parents had reasonable expectations for us and of us. My grandfather’s motto was, “if a job is worth doing, it’s worth doing…

  • Mom Stuff,  Parenting is hard sometimes.

    A little bit of advice.

    “Enjoy every minute. It all goes so fast.” I think this is one of the hardest things to hear as a parent, particularly in the early days. You know the days I mean: the ones that feel never ending and the lack of sleep makes 60 minutes in each hour feel more like 6 million. If I had a nickel for every time some well meaning person offered this sage advice to me as I was out juggling a newborn + kids + whatever errand I was attempting at the time, I’d be a rich woman. Those words often induced so much guilt for me. I love being a mom.…

  • Small Town Stories

    Reason #18262 I love living in a small town:

    I am almost out of groceries. I meant to put in a grocery order to pick up last night, but I was exhausted and didn’t get it done. There’s a grocery store a short walk from the kids’ school, so I decided that I’d just pop in after dropping them off this morning to grab some essentials. It’s a gorgeous fall day, so after our shop, W fell asleep in the stroller and I just meandered down a few streets on the way home. On one street, I could see an elderly woman walking on the sidewalk towards me. She stepped off onto a driveway so there would be room…