Prepare yourself: I'm about to write about writing. How dull can you get, right? You must not have met me if you didn't already know that. I have two sides: super dull and super fun. And super fun usually requires a bit of alcohol to loosen up the super dull side. Oh my god, you're... Continue Reading →
Three Marches
Holden - TodayJust like that, a year has gone by. Today as I danced with Holden, I tried to cement his squeals of delight in my mind so I will remember them when he is twelve and I am 43. I concentrated hard while also trying not to cry. I can't say that 2026 sounds... Continue Reading →
Early riser and the injured
Brandon is the earliest riser in this house. Every morning, he is up around 6 a.m. I try to cajole him into going back to bed - I read to him, lay in bed with him. Nothing works. He is up that early. So since brother is, so is Holden. He is forever trying to... Continue Reading →
infinite love
I didn't know how well I would do at parenting more than one kid, in all honesty. I will never forget being at the hospital, about to deliver Holden, and crying that I wasn't with Brandon. He is my first son, the child who made me a mother, the first baby I could call my... Continue Reading →
11 months old and an old teddy
Just one more month until this baby turns a year old! Hold on, I just dropped something. This teddy bear was mine when I was little. I love to see it getting love again. Alone yet together. The best way to be, in my opinion. I can see him as a 19-year-old in this picture. He... Continue Reading →
Filled emptiness
Last night, we tried going out to dinner with both of our kids. I can count on my fingers how many times this has happened because it takes a pretty rare blend of gumption and optimism from both Steve and me to attempt this feat. Our children are kids, after all, and the beautifully irritating... Continue Reading →
‘Round here
Brandon is potty-trained! At home, during the day, that is. So no, not really, but I am counting it. It is a beautiful thing to only change one child's diapers. I'm wondering how soon I can start Holden. Could we finish out 2015 without diapers, for example? I think I'll try with him around 18... Continue Reading →
Homework
People used to tell me they had to work harder than I did to do equally well in school. I thought if you just put in the same effort, the outcome would be the same. Studying and memorizing, reading and comprehending - what's not to get? I thought. But the truth is, I didn't put... Continue Reading →
devilish grinner and the artist
Here are a couple pictures from January: Holden is pulling himself up on furniture, falling, and hitting his head whenever possible. But his devilish grin is so cute and I can't help but squeeze him tightly and whisper to him that he's my sweet little baby. Sweet nothings, to be sure, because "sweet" doesn't describe... Continue Reading →
Not ready yet
On Friday I had a phone interview. I wasn't really expecting a full-fledged thirty minute conversation about my past work experience and those cliché behavioral interview questions. I just knew it was a part-time work-from-home recruiting position. I was just planning to hear if the logistics would work for me, I wasn't really prepared to... Continue Reading →
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