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.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, As I wrote this blog post last week, I was upstairs listening to the high-pitched sounds of the "Bumble Gums or the Humble Buns" or something like that — that was coming from downstairs where you, my little William, laid on the couch slowly sipping a Ginger Ale happily… Continue reading Love. It’s all about bodily fluids.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, Would you look at that, a beautiful mother/children moment that I had concocted in my imagination did not go to plan. And I’m sorry, it’s not your fault, it’s mine. In my head I had conjured up a beautiful scene of all of us putting up Christmas decorations together,… Continue reading Joy to the world!
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, “Ewwwww they're kissing!!” Something we hear frequently around our house because, well, what can I say? Daddy and I like to kiss. Plus, we do it to gross you out a lot too. That’s always fun. Today marks Mommy and Daddy’s 15th wedding anniversary. Which means we’ve been married 15 years but actually kissing… Continue reading Mommy and Daddy sit-in’ in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, As I write this post (FYI, I started writing this last Monday night), school is done for the day, as well as play time, screen time, down time, outdoor time, reading time and meltdown time. You have been fed, bathed and put into bed with the usual Bedtime Threes… Continue reading “Just” a Stay-At-Home-Mom.
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