September 22.2011
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My Boys,
we are family
He has a lot of hair and it’s really dark! —JQ’s first words upon seeing the baby. Saturday, September 3rd started out like most days—shower, coffee, chocolate soy milk for G-tot along with breakfast. It’s the way we do things. But that would be the last morning our routine would be just that way. The [...] [...]
I could probably count on one hand the number of times my son has slept in his own bed in the last two or so months—with fingers left over. It’s not that he won’t, it’s just that we don’t. We are co-sleepers. Co-sleeping wasn’t something we planned on doing but rather something that just sort [...] [...]
It’s Sunday. I’m sleepy. My to-do list is a mile long and refuses to do itself. Let’s recap the week shall we? We are still recovering from the robbery. Which basically means I’m still really paranoid once the sun sets but it’s getting better. My Quilled Q was accepted into the Hand Lettered show I [...] [...]
Five months ago things were really, really bad. I was spent. Exhausted. Overwhelmed. Devastated. For weeks after that horrifying weekend I wondered if I would ever be happy again. I wondered when it would stop hurting so much. I hoped it would be sooner than later. I was permanently altered in those moments in the [...] [...]
November 5.2009
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NaBloPoMo,
mommy me
Somebody recently found my blog using the search term “I want another baby but I’m tired”. Ha! No shit. You will ALWAYS be tired. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in almost three years. I go to bed too late and have to get up way too early. Not usually by choice, but because [...] [...]
September 26.2009
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• Parenting •
Last night JQ and I went on a date. It was just what I needed. And we got it because I asked for what I needed—a night without worry. My mom & stepdad drove 300 miles to Toledo yesterday. They would drive another 90 or so today and the same 300 back on Sunday. It’s [...] [...]
May 28.2009
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G-tot,
Growing Up
Dear Gideon, I have no idea why, but I seem to have developed some sort of paralyzing anxiety when it comes to writing these letters each month. I suppose it all goes back to me believing that I’ll forget something monumental when I sit down to write. So I think about writing instead actually doing [...] [...]