I turned 30 years old yesterday. (Obligatory birthday selfie.) On my last night as a 29 year-old, I had a nightmare: Hutch and I are at the airport, preparing to board a flight to Russia. Kyle and Holden are nowhere to … Continue reading
Bloom where you are planted, they say. How about bloom when you are planted. It’s weird having two kids. And hard. I feel like too many instagrammers make motherhood seem just joyful and blissful and heavenly all the time, and it’s weighing … Continue reading
We missed the self-imposed deadline for listing our house by about 30 days…in fact we still haven’t officially listed it. The problem is that I want it to be perfect before we open it up to showings, but I’m slowly … Continue reading
I decided not long ago that I need to stop stressing about writing beautifully and start worrying about simply writing. And writing simply. So today I wanted to get back to the basics of this blog and share a bit … Continue reading
I set a lot of goals for the new year back on January 1, and even though I forgot most of them already (I need to dig up the paper I wrote them on and post it on my bathroom … Continue reading
One thing nobody told me about motherhood was how it feels to be the best—and basically only—thing in someone’s life. When I walk into the room my son’s face lights up. When he wakes up and I peek over the … Continue reading
It’s the night before my 26th birthday. Twenty six years ago tonight my mother was laying in bed wondering when I’d be born. Was she nervous? Was she scared? Exhausted? Worried? Anxious? Excited? I think I know how I would feel … Continue reading