If your nights are anything like ours, they involve rush hour traffic, a hurried dinner in the kitchen juggling a crazy toddler (my husband doesn’t even sit down to eat most nights), bath time, books, bottle and bed (whew!) only to come down to a sink full of dishes, food all over the floor, laundry that needs to be started,…
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The holidays…the beautiful, chaotic, messy holidays. I was in the middle of wrapping Christmas presents, my husband and I were breaking down boxes and putting things together for our son, and paper, tape, bows, and tags were scattered about the living room. I looked at the disaster in front of me and thought, “How did it get like this?” We…
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This last year was a whirlwind, that’s the best way I can put it. Whirlwind. That was my word for 2017. I didn’t intentionally pick a word…this sort of landed in my lap. Maybe if I had chosen a word at the beginning of the year, things would have been different. I felt like one of those fallen autumn leaves…
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An Open Letter to the Doctors Who Gave Up… If I’ve learned one thing this year, it’s that you (doctors) really like to make blanket statements about the future of our children. “He won’t walk.” “He won’t talk.” “He won’t play soccer.” “He won’t drive.” “He won’t…” These are all things that have actually been said to me about my…
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I wrote to Alex my entire pregnancy. Sometimes I was traveling in an airport and dropped him a note. Sometimes I came back from a doctor’s appointment and told him how big he was, what he was doing, and shared a picture of his ultrasound. I loved being pregnant. I loved carrying life inside of me, and I hope one…
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