Brandon got a haircut last week and just like that he went from a baby to a big boy.
haircut
the terminated
Last Friday I lost my job. I was let go, terminated, dismissed. Whatever you want to call it. At first, I was upset. But a week has passed. And over the past week, the anger and bitterness has drained out of me like water swirling down the drain of a bath tub. I have had... Continue Reading →
protection
I know growing a child inside of you is a miracle and it should be enjoyed at every stage, blah blah blah. But I am an impatient person and have always thought it takes too long and I want to meet my baby. But this weekend, my viewpoint shifted a little bit. I thought of... Continue Reading →
toy room
I was bored yesterday. So I converted our dining room into a playroom.Before: After: This is just phase one. I plan to paint the room and hang artwork and put in a new light fixture. Brandon's reading corner. We must have read "Giggle Giggle Quack" a hundred times this weekend. I assembled the toy bins, then... Continue Reading →
Pushover
I am a pushover mom. Seriously. On Wednesday, I poured Brandon some Fruit Loops for breakfast. He pointed at the cheese popcorn. So I let him have some of that. And then he pulled out the box of Rice Krispie treats. He had two. My parenting mantra has been, "it's not worth the fight." Real... Continue Reading →
2013 in review
2013 was our first and last full year as a family of three. In 2014, our family will grow to a family of four. Here is a quick look back at some of this year's highlights: Brandon learned to walk and talk (and run and climb). First birthday! Brandon turns one. The cake is not a... Continue Reading →
knee deep in creeps
Perhaps these kids aren't spaced apart quite far enough. Don't get me wrong - they're not Irish twins and they are just barely far enough apart that I don't look like one of those nuts who doesn't believe in birth control. But they will be two weeks less than two years apart. Which makes some... Continue Reading →
3 more months
Pregnancy is getting old. This is my third pregnancy, and with each subsequent one, I grow an additional twenty pounds from the last. I think this is my last pregnancy. And not just selfishly because my body will be over 200 pounds soon, but also because I've always wanted two boys and soon I will... Continue Reading →
Some things never change
When Steve was a child, he watched Mister Magoo's Christmas Carol every year. This year, Brandon is watching it with him. This kid won't stay put for anything other than Mickey Mouse, but somehow, he is contentedly watching Mister Magoo with his daddy.
Christmas memories
Every year on Christmas Eve, mom would make goodies while Evie's Christmas Memories played on the graphanola. She went all out: she made no bake fudgies and fudge and stained glass windows and homemade candies. Us kids would help her in the kitchen and then dust and vacuum and scrub the toilets for the company... Continue Reading →
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