When Emma was a toddler, I bought a book called Your Spirited Child by Mary Sheedy Kurcinka. It was like my Parenting Bible and I read it over and over when my girls were little. (I may need to give it another look since teenagers and toddlers have so much in common.) One of my favorite sections of the book is in the beginning when … Continue reading A Morning Routine for Normal People (Part 2)
I just finished reading Night Road by Kristin Hannah. It was a really good book and, like all of the books I’ve read of hers so far, I highly recommend it. (I posted about it a few days ago with a quick description.) While I was reading this book, which is about a lot of things, including teenage drinking, partying in high school, and drunk … Continue reading Just Text The X
So apparently I have the thumb of a diabetic farmer with tuberculosis. I have been diagnosed with something called trigger finger… except in my case, it’s trigger thumb. This has nothing to do with an actual trigger, like on a gun. I’ve never even seen a gun in fact, let alone overused one to the point of compromising a digit. It’s the name of a … Continue reading Trigger Thumbs Down
Kate’s actual birthday is November 7 and we were supposed to have her birthday party way back in November. You know, before all of this Christmas shopping and before it started getting dark in the middle of the day and before the weather became garbage. But then she got the flu. And then, Thanksgiving. And then we had a lacrosse tournament. So we actually held her birthday … Continue reading Throwing a Kid Party in the Middle of December is a True Delight.
I always think that life would be so much better if it contained actual background music. Just like in movies, the perfect song would start playing during integral moments of your life. You know, like… Whatever it Takes by Imagine Dragons at the pinnacle moment in your marathon, You Oughtta Know by Alanis Morissette after you get dumped and you’re drinking with your girlfriends, This … Continue reading Background Music Would be a Great Addition to Real Life.
When Emma was little, people stopped me everywhere to talk to me about her hair. It was so blonde that it was nearly white and in her early toddler years, it curled into ringlets. These strangers asked where it came from, commented on its color and texture, sometimes they even pet her. (The hair-petters were probably the same people who rub pregnant bellies without asking … Continue reading What I Learned While Dying My Daughter’s Hair