two boys, two opposite personalities

One thing that surprises me in parenting these two boys is how incredibly different they are. I don't know why that surprises me. I guess I didn't think about it too much before Holden arrived, but I probably just assumed raising him would be the same as raising Brandon. I assumed what worked for Brandon... Continue Reading →

spread thin

I remember when Brandon was a newborn and I was home with him for his first twelve weeks. I remember holding him and taking pictures of him and making sure he did his tummy time and played on his piano gym. I remember writing about his milestones and logging everything in his baby book. He... Continue Reading →


  Brandon is learning to tolerate Holden. He says, "baby brother!" and gives him his pacifier and toys when he's crying. Brandon is still possessive at times and says, "no baby!" when he wants my attention and I'm holding Holden, but we're making progress.

Help Wanted

I am so thankful for all of you who have helped me with these two kids. Whether it's watching one of them or buying us dinner or giving us baby and toddler stuff or visiting in the hospital; our friends and family have been really great.Before, when people offered to help me, I brushed it... Continue Reading →

Recover me from my recovery

I never thought Holden's birth would be a C-section. After all, I've had two children vaginally already. But we can't control everything in life (much to my chagrin). Although the delivery itself is easier since you're knocked out and don't feel anything, the recovery is so much worse. This is the time when your hormones... Continue Reading →


We got a new pediatrician. We like him so much better. We went to Holden's one week appointment and our new doctor remembered Holden from the hospital and called him "Superman." Brandon put on Holden's hospital hat. He also saw Holden in his chair and scooted his own chair right up next to him. He... Continue Reading →

Second time around

Love is lovelier, the second time around Just as wonderful, with both feet on the ground It's that second time you hear your love song sung Makes you think perhaps that love, like youth, is wasted on the young Loves more comfortable the second time you fall Like a friendly home the second time you... Continue Reading →

First born

It is much different having a baby when you already have one at home. I have been crying a lot about how I think Brandon feels. On Monday, while I was changing into my hospital gown, I started balling about being away from Brandon. Monday was the only day I have ever spent without seeing... Continue Reading →

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