I don’t often write about the details of potty training because, no one, honestly, wants to read about the details of potty training. But I do want to share this short story today. James followed Sophie into the bathroom this afternoon, as he often does. While Sophie did her thing on the adult toilet he […]
Tonight Sophie and I went to get haircuts. At 6:42pm I received an e-mail on my phone with the subject line: “Dinner is going well.” I opened it and saw this: And at 6:48pm I received another e-mail with the subject line: “Even better now.” And then there was this: We’re having a rough week. […]
Finding the perfect tree at Burlington Tree Farm. Decorating the tree. Sophie’s handmade Christmas present to us, from preschool (she couldn’t wait until Christmas to give it to us). A late night writing Christmas postcards. Christmas at Great Grandma Gebhart’s house + handmade train whistles from my uncle Skip. Greg Pop Pop’s lap overflowing with […]
I loved these cribs. In the beginning, I wished they matched. I always envisioned a twin nursery with matching twin cribs. But the white crib was free—thanks to Facebook and a friend of a friend—and that’s what our budget, at the time, allowed. In the end, I loved them. James slept in the painted white […]
Quick update: Sophie’s surgery went very well. Turns out she had three hernias (two inguinal ones, left and right, and an umbilical one) so her recovery will take a little longer. (No ballet for three weeks—we’ve yet to break this news to her.) But she’s sitting up on the couch now, coloring, watching The Last […]
Sophie’s scheduled to have surgery tomorrow. She has an inguinal hernia. It’s minor, outpatient surgery—the actual operation only lasts about 45 minutes. I had the same surgery when I was 6. One of the biggest comforts in my life has been my dad always saying he would take on any illness, surgery or procedure for […]
When we moved into our old house the previous owners left behind an old (antique?) armoire in one of the two bedrooms. I loved it. And I thought it was so kind of them to leave it for us—until we realized, while moving into our current house, that the reason they didn’t take it with […]
I was 6 years old, the first time I saw The Nutcracker. I still have the program from the Cincinnati Ballet Company—I pull it out every Christmas. And I can I still remember the wonderment I felt when Mother Ginger lifted her enormous skirt and a dozen children danced out of it. So I don’t […]
