Dinner was late tonight. Andy was at Target with the kids, I was at Trader Joe’s (thankful to be solo on my trip, given the whining I heard in the background when I talked with him on the phone). While at Trader Joe’s, I picked up sushi for dinner on a whim. I don’t know [...]
a snowy, early morning view from our deck Madeleine, Sophie and Charlie Angel and Mya Zoey, Madeleine and Mya working hard to get back up the hill Andy and Owen Andy took the boys home, and Sophie and I went down the side of the big hill a couple times—she loved it. James spent most [...]
Last Sunday I spent much of the day in bed, writing. I had a 2,000-word article due first thing Monday morning. I also had a sore throat, runny nose and a terrible headache. Everything ached. I was exhausted. Monday morning, I rallied. I felt (a little) better. Andy went to work. I cleaned less than [...]
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. [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
Sophie has reached the age where, every single day when I pick her up from school she asks, “Am I going on a play date? Can I have a play date? Is someone coming over? It’s been SO LONG (meaning three days) since I’ve had a friend come over!” and on and on. She goes [...]
Now that we’ve moved Owen and James to twin beds, they’re no longer napping—but they still need to nap. And I need for them to nap. They’re exhausted. I’m exhausted. It’s been a fight-back-tears and escape-to-my-bedroom-to-hide-underneath-my-down-comforter-as-soon-as-Andy-gets-home two weeks. Today, in particular, was tough. James only spoke in whine. At first I tried to ignore it. [...]
Clearly, a wastebasket is just as much fun. Oh, and my gasp at the end? That was Owen running into the end table where I had (stupidly) placed a cup of water on top of Andy’s laptop. (Thankfully) nothing spilled. “The younger brother must help to pay for the pleasures of the elder.” —Jane Austen
After finding James perched on his crib rail, much like a bird on a tree limb, we decided it was time to put the boys in their twin beds. It’s going well. “Without enough sleep, we all become tall two-year-olds.” —JoJo Jensen
