Author Archives: Janelle Delagrange

Forty Weeks

Forty weeks ago I became pregnant. I cried when I found out because, in all honesty, I didn’t feel ready for another baby. I wasn’t ready to give my body up yet again within four years. But things change, like when the scariness of it weathers away and baby kicks become persistent, the miracle ofContinue reading “Forty Weeks”

A Letter to the Boys

My boys. My sweet, silly boys. I can’t believe that you’ll both be big brothers within the next couple of weeks, that you’ll be required to grow up even more as our family changes. I feel bad about that some days, that at such a young age, I’ll already require so much of you. ButContinue reading “A Letter to the Boys”

Tantrums and Triumphs

“I can’t do it, Mom.” My oldest turned three a few days ago. He’s just recently started telling me, “I can’t do it.” He will give up easily when it comes to puzzles or putting his socks on his feet. He tells me, sometimes even cries, that he just can’t do it. He’s frustrated, and IContinue reading “Tantrums and Triumphs”

When I Rise

I woke up this morning at 5:45, worried. I laid in bed feeling defeated already, when this day hadn’t even started. The past week and a half I have been trying and trying again. In public, things are awesome! In the privacy of my home where chaos and tantrums ensue, I am exhausted. But it’s moreContinue reading “When I Rise”

Backtracking, Metaphorical Walls & Eternity

The year 2015 has been good so far. I set goals, business was well, I had energy. And then I hit a wall, and I’m still trying to recuperate from that one. I’m not really one for getting stressed out or letting it get to me. It takes a lot of chaos and uncertainty toContinue reading “Backtracking, Metaphorical Walls & Eternity”

In the Cold

We’ve lived in our house for about three and a half years. It has served us well in that time. Except for our furnace. Our never reliable, older-than-snot furnace. I’ve cried more than I would like to admit over this appliance. I know it well:  the sound it makes when it isn’t working right, theContinue reading “In the Cold”