If there’s one indisputable fact about motherhood, it’s that kids change everything. The holidays are no exception. When you have kids, you can practically hear the pitter-patter of reindeer feet on your roof. Santa is alive, well and magical. There...Read More
Dear friends and family (yes, that includes you, high school friend who I haven’t seen or spoken to since 1986…remember me?), READ MORE
I’ve never been big into Christmas at all, so Christmas songs are just not my jam.
Fortunately, I’m using this post as an excuse to feature photos of random dogs in Santa gear. That is totally my jam.
It’s not that I hate Christmas, it’s just that I don’t feel the Christmas spirit people talk about, unless that Christmas spirit is feeling drunk. Then I totally get that feeling. I get that year-round. READ MORE
She’s getting older now. My daughter. When he comes home from work, she hears the door unlocking and she stops what she is doing to watch him walk through. Then she runs to him, and with a joy that only a toddler can have, she hugs his legs and lifts her arms to be picked up by him. He says, “Can Papa have loves?” and pressing her lips together, she sticks them out while going “mmmmmmm”. I can hear his heart melt when she does this. The love and the joy that they both feel in that moment, it’s so tangible I can almost touch it. READ MORE
It was an impromptu trip to the store that brought it to light. This wasn’t the first time I’d had to face this scenario or the feelings it brought to the surface, but I finally realized how exhausted I am by it all.
My 3-year-old son spotted Hello Kitty socks and immediately requested them for his own. I readily complied and placed them in our cart.
The socks hadn’t even hit the wire bottom before the thoughts started coming. READ MORE