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monday thoughts on motherhood (because musings was just too precious sounding)

Monday mornings are such an ego boost as a stay as a stay at home mom. Nate informs the kids that “Daddy is going to work and you’re going to stay home with mommy”. Children greet this news with wailing and gnashing of teeth, words being inadequate to express their horror at this fate and all. I don’t really blame them. I like this guy too and weekends are the best because he’s in them. Also he took that first picture from []

random thoughts that wander (occasionally into sarcasm): pictures are unrelated, also old

Bangs and layers are pretty much the soccer mom haircut of this generation.  Add a scarf and tall boots and it’s practically a uniform. Excuse me while I go fix my bangs, find my boots, and grab my scarf. I feel there is a conspiracy going on in my home to separate the sippy cup lids from the sippy cup…cups. In my next life I will buy one brand/kind religiously and stick to it. Better yet, why does no one make sippy []

a decade with him

This summer we celebrated ten years of marriage. It feels more like a decade though. I tried multiple times to write out what it meant to me but it got too personal to post. I think though, it can be summed up like this: there were grand moments and glorious moments and moments that felt like our souls were getting torn apart, but in the end we had each other and so we had everything. I don’t believe in the traditional view []

sentimentality and zombie toddler love

Nate just took both boys to the store. I can actually hear myself think. Mostly I’m thinking how quiet it is. I don’t remember my thoughts being this boring before. I have only cried once while putting away the clothes that Talron has outgrown.  It was the sleeper he wore the first night with us. White with little blue whales on it. I put it in the bin next to a grey sleeper with little white elephants on it that Thane wore his []

love in all its incarnations

This week marked six months since I first held in my arms the baby I’d held in my heart for so long. So many emotions go through me when I think of first meeting him. Holding him. Finding out he was just starting to crawl. Finding out his eyes were as deep and gorgeous as they were in pictures. Love is such a mystery. How it begins, how it grows. It’s so odd to fall in love with someone before meeting them. []

back to school (in which I prove my children are not always photogenic)

My facebook feed is filled with back to school photos. Photos of cute little kiddos that moms cry over, all dressed up and leaving for their first day of school. Then the pictures of the teens where moms are counting the days until they leave for good. (I kid, I kid. I think.) My own two little guys are still a few years away from backpacks that don’t include diapers and wipes but I do have some outtakes from attempting to get passport []

forever young: tal turns one

There is something remarkably adorable about a two year old walking around singing “forever young, I want to be forever young…” There are moments I agree with that sentiment. I wish my babies could stay babies forever. I wish I could keep them from their first heart break, their first bully, their first finding out that everyone does not agree they are, as the biased mother told them: the sun and the moon and the stars and the sky. But then again []