At the creative recommendation of a cherished colleague, I started a five-year journal, well, five years ago. What is a five-year journal, you ask? It’s a bound book with five sections on each page, one section for each year and a page for each day. It takes five minutes at the end of the day […]Read more "5 Years in Review"
Now entering the next phase of my son’s life: LEGO mania. One day, grandma innocently gave her grandson a basic LEGO builder box and he was instantly hooked. That was 5 months ago. Not a day has passed when Leigh hasn’t played with LEGOs. He’s officially a LEGO lunatic. It’s not a bad thing. It’s […]Read more "LEGO Lunatic"
We’re at the point in our lives where we’re excited to pick out new sheets on a Saturday night trip to Target with our 3-year-old. And I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Walking the aisles while reassuring our child the Legos will still be there a few minutes, pleading with him to wait while […]Read more "New sheets, Same love"
It seems like preschool came out of nowhere. Once the new year began, it’s like an internal clock went off, yelling at me to figure out what my son’s first step toward school would be. And good thing it did because January is when all the open house programs happen and registration begins in February. […]Read more "Preschool Ponderings"
My two-year-old has a digital camera. It’s a kid’s point-n-shoot my husband found at a recycling center. And it’s perfect for him. It’s easy to operate and will survive a drop from three feet in the air. Unlike with a film camera, Leigh can take endless amounts of photos on his digital one. Miss half […]Read more "Say cheese"
Roses are red. Violets are blue. Monkeys are funny. I love you. I’m not really one for writing lyrical odes, but the title sounded nice. This blog post is in honor of Father’s Day. I can always depend on my dad for comic relief, “that’s what she said jokes” and a supportive smile. He’s my […]Read more "An ode to my father"
Some nights when I work late, there’s nothing more I love doing than snuggling our son to sleep. I rush home as my husband stretches our two-year-old’s bedtime past 8, sometimes 9pm. But his weariness is so worth the relief I feel as his body hits mine, reuniting our souls together as the day comes to […]Read more "Bedtime"