Sunday night we had pizza. Steve cut up small pieces for Brandon and arranged them nicely on a plate with marinara dipping sauce. But that wasn't enough for our boy. He grabbed my slice right out of my hand.
pizza boy
harming or helping
Earlier this year I read a memoir in which a mother decides how to deal with her drug-addicted, runaway daughter. In the book, everyone learns to be honest with each other. Sometimes, that means listening to things that are hard to hear about yourself. But as one person states, the people who aren't honest with... Continue Reading →
a letter for my son
Brandon,You're not quite two yet, but already I can see much of the person you are going to be.You're funny - you laugh loudly and often, you dance and stomp wildly and you love making me and your daddy laugh. You're sensitive - you notice emotions in your books and point them out with concern.... Continue Reading →
holden’s room
Holden's room is finished! It was no easy feat.Here are the before and after photos. I picked the brightest red known to mankind and it took four coats to even out the brush strokes. I'm pretty proud of the end result, although the color is going to scare the beezezus out of a baby.
Mothering
I'm probably pretty behind the times reading this, not keeping up on social media like the rest of the world, but being a month away from converting from a working mother to a stay-at-home one, I really enjoyed this: http://carolynee.net/a-letter-from-a-working-mother-to-a-stay-at-home-mother-and-vice-versa/Working mother or stay-at-home one: neither is easy. Being a mom is hard work either way.... Continue Reading →
flakes and piles
When it snows around here, it ends up looking like this:But before this, I looked up into the sky and watched it coming down in fluffy flakes one beautiful piece at a time. They were dancing in the streetlights, playing in their fall. They weren't yet trampled and shoved into filthy piles. It was enchanting.... Continue Reading →
Valentine’s Day
Every Valentine's Day, Steve sends flowers me flowers at work.This year, I'm as big as a whale and moody enough to be in an asylum. On Thursday night, I decided I would leave work early on Friday to come home and finish painting Holden's room. Steve said, "uh oh" and when I asked him what... Continue Reading →
MSG
When I'm pregnant, all bets are off and I will eat Chinese food. On Saturday, I picked up our dinner from a real classy joint between Old Country Buffet and ShopKo. Here is their front window: I just love the asterisk. No MSG - when MSG stands for Madison Square Garden's stock rather than Monosodium glutamate. No MSG... Continue Reading →
hello
Brandon says "hi."
Beached whale
Six weeks of pregnancy left. That feels like a lifetime from now. I'm not necessarily dying to go through the pain of childbirth, but being not pregnant sounds excellent right now. I am nearing the 200 lbs mark. I never knew how uncomfortable being large was. And now, I know painfully well. It is terrible.... Continue Reading →
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