The home I’ve raised my boys in is only a couple of miles from where I grew up. I know the area like the back of my hand. Our house is only a block away from where my grandma used to live. Sometimes I close my eyes and try my hardest to see if IContinue reading “Finding the Moment”
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In the Trenches
It was a rainy day. I watched over the balcony as the rain fell over the mountains, and I looked down at the exact door I walked through over five years ago on our honeymoon. We had a perfect view of the room we stayed in. It felt a little surreal to see it fromContinue reading “In the Trenches”
Routines and Chaos
My husband, Evan, tends to have a lot more patience than I do when it comes to our kids. Maybe it’s because he works during the day while I spend all my time corralling their tempers and squeals of happiness. Or maybe it’s just because my patience isn’t as thick as his. Regardless, Evan reelsContinue reading “Routines and Chaos”
Some Days
Okay, today: rough. I’m talking, I-might-be-throwing-tantrums-with-my-kids rough, because goodness. It is hard to love your kids when they want to defy your authority, begin climbing on top of everything (FINN), talk back, ask the question “Why?” 50+ times a day, or just want a whole lot of energy from me. Some days I just longContinue reading “Some Days”
When Your Son Poops and Other Stories
A few years ago, when I was potty-training my oldest, I left him naked from the waist down so that he could go to the potty on his own. He had his own little potty in the bathroom, and with a 4 month old baby in my arms frequently, it was the best I couldContinue reading “When Your Son Poops and Other Stories”
Pep Talk: A Message to Myself
You know what’s really trying, as a parent? Trying to get anything done. Ever. We’ve been trying to renovate/update our home for the past handful of years, and we’re still inching along, slowly making progress. It drives me absolutely crazy. Half-finished projects make me feel so unproductive and unmotivated, that I find myself only wantingContinue reading “Pep Talk: A Message to Myself”
Dust to Dust
It kind of feels like for the first time in five years, the dust has settled in our life. For so long, it’s all I’ve ever known: the hustle and bustle of birthing babies and leaps of faith and raising boys. Something was always changing, whether it was the size of my belly or theContinue reading “Dust to Dust”
JANELLE DELAGRANGE 