Dear Owen

I did these posts for your brother, like, once a month and this is your first one...Sorry, second child.I did get your dressed today in something other than last night's jammies, so you can't be too mad at me.You are a joy. An absolute, smiley delight. You are 7 months old and already saying "Dada" when your daddy walks into the room ....more

I'm baaaack and a brief thought on my 5th Anniversary

Let me tell you guys something.When your baby and your toddler are on opposite nap schedules, it's fairly easy to let the bloggy-doo slip all the way to the back back BACK burner.A little update on me:I haven't slept through the night since Owen was born. Not to worry, this won't be a blog post about how underappreciated/exhausted/misunderstood I am as a stay-at-home-mom. I'm just sayin'...if my writing makes no sense, then that's why ....more

Dear Mr. Graham

Dear Mr. Graham,I stood near you this morning as you ordered your coffee. It was just you and me at the grocery store Starbucks ....more

So, how's life with two?

Y'all. It's been so long since I blogged that I actually forgot my own password.This is not a good sign.If any of you out there still read this thing, then don't worry. I'm not going anywhere ....more

Dear Simon

Dear Summah Beekuh (this is how you say your name),I haven't written to you in awhile, Bubby Wubs. Since I've last written, we've moved into a new house with a yard where you like to chase your dog, ride on your trucks and hide so that you can put rocks in your mouth without me seeing. I've never seen a child run so fast as when you get caught doing something you know you're not supposed to be doing ....more

Owen Elizabeth's Birth Story

I suppose there's no better way to dive back into the blogosphere than with a good ole fashioned birth story!Most of you know about my long, long labor with Simon and my anxiety about having to do all that again. With Simon, it was really important to me to try and go for a "natural" birth (I hate that word for it...let's call it "unmedicated"). This time, I had decided that I was open to an epidural, and by open, I mean I wanted one ....more

farewell, breakfast nook

I always wrote my blog posts in my breakfast nook. It's a little banquette that juts off the back of our house and looks out over Carter Mountain, an apple orchard here in Cville. I've watched the seasons come and go more than sixteen times from this nook, and I'm feeling just a tiny bit sad, as today will be my last post from this place.We are moving into an old house just a few minutes away ....more

I think of Mary

I think my last post was over two weeks ago. Am I still allowed to call myself a blogger?Here's the thing: our house is under contract. Yes and Amen, said all of God's people ....more

pillow party

On April 11, I will have met my hubbins six years ago in a sweaty, angsty, natty-light smelling all-male a Capella house. I could tell you exactly what I was wearing. Those were the days when what to wear was among the bigger deals of my day.I wonder sometimes if N ....more

selling a house and a lesson in control

There are days when I'm like, "Oh, how beautiful; I get to grow this life in my womb and bring it forth into the world!" and I'm all sunshine-y and butterflies-ey.Then there are days when I literally pee my pants a little, without warning, because the baby round house kicks my bladder.The glamour don't stop, y'all.We are, as I've said in previous posts, selling our house.It's been an adventure and a lesson in control. We get emails or calls that our house will be showing in however many hours or minutes. N. has been traveling a lot or, of course, at work, so it's usually me, 30 weeks pregnant running around the house like an OCD person, making sure the blinds are up, the lights are on, the counters are wiped down the diaper genie is emptied and that everything is literally perfect ....more