We’ve hit it, guys. The Birth Month. Midnight has struck and this late night post marks thirty-six weeks, meaning four weeks left. August 31st is just around the corner, though theoretically Baby HG2 could decide to hang on a bit longer into September. We shall see. Photos for the…
Hey, Friends. How are you? Long time no type. Things have been busy but good with my new Two Under Two Gig. It’s been fun upgrading my vocabulary from “my child” or “my son” to “my children” and “my son and daughter”. I’m only four weeks in, and six…
Alright, Friends, it has come to the point where Facebook is slowly stealing my soul. Do you know the feeling? I love how it can be used to read encouraging posts and articles, arrange meet-ups, and ask for advice on whatever topic can fill a status update. But I’m…
It’s past midnight as I write this, and I’m finding myself dragging my feet. I should be crawling off to bed to get some much needed rest, but I don’t want to wake up to the inevitability of a hungry baby, or a restless toddler, or the realization that…
I am the second child. Brad is the second child. We are in fact both middle children (hence our total awesomeness – Middle Children RULE!), but with this awesome sibling order designation comes a few guarantees: Your baby book may only have a few pages filled out, compared to the…
It’s 1:30 in the morning, and I’m loading a rubber snake and a plastic Parasaurolophus in the dishwasher after stripping a bed of wet sheets and blankets. I’ll be heading next to the baby’s room shortly to replace her pacifier and snuggle her back up with her blanket. This is…
Music has always been healing for me. There are ways that simple melodies, or an urging baseline, or even the tinkering of a few piano keys can peel down the noise and the pressure of the world until all you feel is the balm and comfort of the music. With…
Maybe I use the word “confession” too much, but this e-space of mine can be a place to lay it all out, or at least hint at things to see if others are in the same boat as me. Have you seen these campaigns around the interwebs? Ending the Mommy…
This past week we ticked off a big milestone as parents, though it wasn’t one we looked forward to (and hoped to avoid) checking off: the first time having to bring one of our kids to the hospital. Our littlest H-G munchkin, Cormac, had the misfortune of picking up a…
I always liked to make the joke that I would only get a tattoo once I turned eighty. Part of it was a fear of needles (I’ve been known to faint from time to time), but the bigger issue is my indecisiveness. By eighty, I may finally have an idea of…