Looking at pictures of myself now at 30, it’s tempting for me to say that I haven’t aged much (especially since I’ve basically stuck with the same hairstyle(ish) more or less for several years in a row now) and because I’m only *slightly* starting to get little wrinkles around my eyes and forehead and …
When I think of turning 30 years down the road, I’m sure I won’t remember the kitchen gadgets I got, or the fact that we had creamed eggs over toast on the actual day. I won’t remember that for Matt, I bought a book he’d been wanting for awhile and a new cover for his …
This is not going to be a post about all the things I’ve done in my life that I’m the most proud of (that post was last year, on my Golden Birthday). This is not going to be a post bemoaning the fact that my twenties are now a thing of the past, an age …
A couple weeks ago, I talked about one of my “ideal mom goals” (which was to try and take Raven outside every single day). I’m here today to share another one: My philosophy of letting her do something if she’s capable of doing it. At first, as a brand-new mom, I was obsessed with reading …
There are a lot of fun things about having a birthday within a week of your spouse’s– The party seems to last for about a week and a half straight, you get to hit all the same milestones close together (but still say that he’s five days older), and it makes it REALLY easy for …
Lately, Matt and I have enjoyed having a series of “What If” conversations, the most frequent of which has been, “What if we got gifted 20 million dollars? What would we do?” While it’s proved to be an interesting character study into the values of both of us (and provided many an enjoyable conversation while …
Uh oh… It’s happening: The dreaded post-race running slump. If you took a peek into my running log today, you would see (perhaps with your eyebrow arched a little in surprise) that I’ve only been on 3 runs since my half marathon a month ago. Logging only one run the week after the half was …
This is how I’ll measure, you I think— In trips to the orchard, in the fall. This accidental tradition–started when you were still inside me, when I still had yet to announce to the world the news of your presence, when I still had yet to feel your tiny kicks and your baby hiccups– This …
