The fact that the years pass by quickly is a truth pretty much every adult has internalized, and it seems like every other week, I hit the anniversary of some momentous event in my life with yet another year tacked onto it. Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about how it’s been over a year …
Today at Raven’s doctor appointment, the pediatrician remarked that the 4-month checkup was probably his favorite of all the checkups because the babies are interactive, they don’t fear him yet (ha ha), and they’re really starting to show off their personalities. Amen to that! Having a 4-month-old is definitely a lot of fun. Quick Stats …
I’m trying desperately not to count down the days until summer ends for me and I have to go back to teaching, but I do this every year around now—I become determined to make every last summer weekend count, and I plan getaways and hikes and ice cream dates to try and savor every last …
On Monday and Tuesday, I spent about two hours in the hospital getting checked for cancer by having a chest ultrasound and a CT scan. If you had asked me ten years ago what my life plans were at almost 29, I never would have thought the above sentence would even be in the realm …
Wow–4 months postpartum already? A part of me balks at the idea that I already have a 4-month-old baby, but another part of me rejoices at the fact that slowly but surely, my body is looking recognizable again. Even though I only lost 3 pounds this month, I’m feeling pretty darn proud of that number …
There are a few things that it seems like all mothers say– “The first month is all about survival,” “After awhile, you forget what pregnancy and labor are really like,” and, by far the most common— “Children grow up so fast (and it will break your heart to watch it happen).” With all these truths, …
Once upon a time in Kansas City, we attempted to take sibling pictures out by a lake–we semi-coordinated outfits (mostly involving black and denim with one distracting splash of pink), we were about to take a giggling picture of us all dipping our toes in the water, then all of a sudden, we almost got …
I used to scoff when I saw color-coordinating mother/daughter pairs holding hands in the street and buzzing around the grocery store doing errands. “What is this, the Brady Bunch?” I’d think to myself, wondering why on earth any mom would purposely try to match her mini-me daughter (unless, of course, they were taking family pictures …
