this isn’t my season

I worry about getting lost. About wasting my “good” years and having nothing to show for it. I worry that my kids will suck all the life out of me. That I’ll only live out a fraction of my potential. (I worry about whether Wendy’s chicken nuggets have ground-up chicken beaks in them too.  I …

a season of waiting

It’s currently 7:10pm on Friday night. Clara and Porter, who still have tomato sauce on the corners of their mouths, are sitting at my feet engrossed in (the same exact episode that we always watch of) Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.  I remember when Henry was little and watching Finding Nemo over and over and over and …

rambly mcrambleson

I have nothing particularly important or insightful to share today.  I just wanted to sit down between tasks and type and ramble.  To feel my thoughts spurt out through my fingertips and crowd a space other than my head.  Because it gets crazy crowded up in there sometimes; eventually pouring out either my mouth (through …

girl’s night out, the lazy hiker & a birthday party

Holy Majoley! This weekend was jam packed with all sorts of festivities and schtuff.  It was great though.  I planned just enough down time into every day so that it felt like we had some rest/family time along with all the running around.  A good balance I think.  I’m ready to tackle this week (the …

lessons learned over the past year

Hey!! First off, thank you for all of the birthday wishes for Porter!  He says thank you, only it sounds like “da da” but I’m pretty sure we all know he’s a polite guy.  Since his party is on Saturday, yesterday was a pretty chill day on the birthday front.  Henry and Clara insisted on …