We’re in rather an odd season at our house. My husband is still making a difficult transition to a new…
She was always a picky eater. Well, that’s not technically true. As a baby she ate almost anything I put…
Spring is my busiest time. Even as many of the school year’s activities are counting down my brain is awash…
I stand at the grocery store check out tallying numbers in my head and yet continually surprised by the total. …
Tired doesn’t begin to cover it. I can blame hormones, the random incidents of small children up in the…
My kids are not normal. That’s a hard sentence to write. I realize that normal is subjective but when it…
I thought it would come easily. I spend all day, most days with my kids. I know what I imagined…