I had a moment this morning where I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, “Uh yeah, girl. This is crazy.” Maybe that should become my mantra. It seems that much of my adult life has been filled with the “Uh, this is crazy” moments. The older I get, the slower I am toContinue reading “One, Two, Three…”
“You have three kids?” I get this a lot, for a lot of different reasons. It comes less often as I get older, but it slips out of people’s mouthes more often than you’d think. Yup! Three incredible boys that I would die for. Four years ago, we took a punch to the gut. InsteadContinue reading “Four Pregnancies, Three Kids & Joy Complete”
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”
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”
“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”
So, it’s been a while, yeah? Let’s get right to it.
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”