current mood: “let’s make some poor choices”

Welp, here we are again, out of words. I could just run the bookshelf/internet prank post again, but I feel like that’s even more cheating than last time. The fact is, I want to paint my kitchen cabinets. I mean, my kitchen is gorgeous , obvs, and I don’t know why I want to change …

five for friday, volume 4

Volume four? Weird. Okay, whatever. This week has been reentry, which has gone relatively well with the kiddos. But I’m still sick and our schedule is bananas this week (more than most, I’m pretty sure) and it’s hard going from “maybe one scheduled commitment per day” to “your whole day is spoken for except for …

looking through kinder eyes

“Wow, Mama! You look really pretty!” (We will ignore for the moment the inevitable followup question, “Where are we going today?” as if I only get dressed on days we leave the house. ) The fact is, I hear this more often now than I did when I was young and cute. Daily or more, …

parenting: a team sport

His feet thump down the hall suspiciously. You don’t think someone can run suspiciously? This boy can. He use to scurry off from somewhere out of sight yelling “NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING!” when he’d done something wrong. He no longer has the verbal tell, but the heavy, fast footfalls of my 42-lb boy are unmistakably trouble. …

y-o-u-r welcome.

**This post was originally published in March of 2016. I’m republishing for April Fools’ Day 2017. Note the ultrasound I mention is OLD. I’m NOT pregnant.**

This is kind of an atypical blog post for me. Basically I have a funny story to tell that is a little too involved for a facebook post. There’s no useful, encouraging bit, no metapicture… just a funny story from the inside of my funny marriage.