It’s a rare weekend when we don’t have anything to do and while there are plenty of projects to do around the house, I’m a fan of getting out so I don’t have to think about all the cleaning I really should be doing. Seriously. The house is a mess. There are black tumble weeds crawling […]Read more "Bushel and a Peck"
Tailgating. Fly balls. And running weiners. We took Leigh to his (and our) first baseball game at Miller Park in Milwaukee on Sunday, July 30, risky business in the middle of summer, but we got lucky and scored good weather — not too hot. Cubs beat the Brewers 4 to 2 so we stuck around […]Read more "Go Cubs (at Miller Park)"
I gained a sister over the weekend. My brother, Zachary, married Nicole on a stunningly beautiful summer day. We enjoyed 70-degree weather with a sky full of fluffy clouds with glimpses of blue. Their wedding ceremony took place at our dad’s beautiful barn in Barrington, Illinois. We took lovely photos around his 10-acre property and then […]Read more "Lil Bro Gets Married"
Watching your baby grow into a toddler is an awesome part of parenthood. Everyone warned me that they grow up so quick, but they forget to mention how awesome it is to witness. Being a part of a human being’s development is both humbling and stressful. You worry all the time about screwing something up. […]Read more "Weaning"
My brother, Zachary, is getting married to his long-time sweetheart, Nicole, in June. These two are adorable together. We get to spend a lot of time with them on Sunday nights when they come over to watch Walking Dead and eat dinner. Zach is three years younger than me and everything you want in a […]Read more "Wedding bells are ringing"
They say when your baby turns one-year-old, they are no longer consider a baby. Sad, I know, but inevitable. I am now the mother of a toddler. The Merriam-Webster Dictionary correctly defines a toddler as “one that toddles,” aka learning to walk. We are definitely in that stage. My baby, I mean toddler, is more […]Read more "Transitioning to Toddlerhood"
I’ve officially been with my husband for half his life. He turned 30-years-old this week. Even though I wanted to, I couldn’t get my shit together to plan him a big party (please cut me some slack; I just started a new job I’m trying to wrap my head around). But I did manage to […]Read more "Dirty 30 Tiramisu"