11 pm

  Every day, without fail, 11 pm rolls around and I am an entirely different woman.  I think it’s important that I use that word – entirely – seeing as it has “tire” right in the middle and surely that contributes greatly to the...

This Girl

Tess turned eight last week. Eight! The day before was filled with extreme emotions because doggone it! growing up is so very hard. She’s been stretching, this girl of ours.  Physically, yes, as her ever-present ankles can attest, but interiorly, too.  It began...

Fall Photos 2014

Do you say “Two Thousand Fourteen” or, the correct way, “Twenty Fourteen?”  Just wondering . . . . Anywho, we took THE fall pictures today.  It meant cancelling plans, scrounging outfits, traveling with 3 sickies (Luce and Gemma are down for...

Day in Verse

Haiku for Lu Tired baby girl, Wrestling is not your job. Please just go to sleep. Chores It doesn’t matter When we wake up ‘Cuz chores drag on ’til eleven Some days I yell, Some days I scream, Lord I pray there are no chores in heaven. Repeat Mama...

Good and Bad

I can’t decide which is more difficult: sleep training a willful baby or teaching a 5, 7, (nearly eight!  We’re in the final countdown!) and 9 year old how to tell their right from their left.  Yes, they know how to make an ‘L’ with their left...