Dear Son #1, #2, and #3, There's a lot of talk in our house about what's mine, what's ours, what's yours, what's his, what used to be his but now it's not because it was traded...and usually it's in reference to something insanely important like a Hot Wheels car, a piece of Lego or, yes, a… Continue reading The Farm Life is Our Life.
Dear Sons #1, #2, & #3, Happy New Year! Happy 2024! No, you did not stay up until midnight. No, you did not get copious amounts of candy or chocolate or chips or pop just because it was New Years' Eve. And no, you're not going to be taught about "new years resolutions" or "new… Continue reading New Year. New You? No Way!
Oh William. How can it be that you are six years old today? It literally seemed like last week when you unceremoniously popped out of me, bruised, battered but oh so quiet compared to the other loud babies in the hospital. You spent the night curled up next to me, whimpering slightly but other than… Continue reading Let’s Keep Chatting.
Dear Son #1, A couple of years ago we were told that you needed to wear glasses and so you picked out a cool "lava" pair which you thought were the coolest. Which they were. After a couple of days at school and a couple of kids laughing at you (Really? We're still making fun… Continue reading You are you.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, I roll my eyes and let out a very audible sigh for the 28th time today. And it's only 8:45 am. The bickering. The constant bickering that you three partake in simply astounds me sometimes. And drives me up the wall all the time. I take a deep breath… Continue reading The Bro Zone.
Dear Son #3, On January 9, 2023 at 10:38 am, I hovered over the "submit" button, took a deep breath, closed my eyes and hit it. You were officially registered to go to school in September. I breathed out slowly and looked over at you, creating a large family of venomous snakes out of Play… Continue reading Frank the Tank.
Dear Son #1, 2 & 3, Happy New Year!! I hope you enjoyed New Year's Eve since we put you to bed at 7:30 then rang in the new year with friends. Better than all five of us being tired and testy New Year's Day at least. A popular thing to do at New Years'… Continue reading I have a dream. Or actually just a few intentions.
Dear Son #1, From the moment you broke my water three weeks before you were due to the moment earlier today when it was the end of the world you didn't get a sprinkle donut, you've been keeping me on my toes. Your fierce independent nature and severe stubbornness can fill me with pride in… Continue reading The best rollercoaster.
Dear Son #3 (AKA Baby A), This is it. My journey—our journey actually—is almost over. Some things I'll miss, some things I most definitely won't. It is a well-known fact that the "Terrible Twos" have a reputation for being just that, terrible. Most likely because two is the age where you're not a baby anymore,… Continue reading From Terrible Twos to Thankless Threes.
Dear Son #1, Two years ago everything stopped. Suddenly, mercilessly and injected with an immense amount of fear, it all stopped. It was as if Gru had taken his Freeze Ray gun thing to the world and left us all standing there in place, blinking in panic but unable to react appropriately or even at… Continue reading But you remember.
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