His birthday is tomorrow, June 6th. He’s turning two. What pulled me here to write a few words about this occasion is the same reason I’m strangely emotional. Two is turning out to be harder for me, as a mother, than one. Nothing about my twin pregnancy and their birth was exciting or relaxing, minus of… Continue reading On the day my youngest was born

B is only four years old (soon to be five in July). But out of those first five years, four of them were really hard.  In truth, the easiest year of B’s life was his first one, and even that started to change around 10 months of age, when the screaming and lack of communication… Continue reading An update on B and his behaviors

I’ve been trying to contemplating, slowly considering, thinking-about-while-eating-pizza losing weight before my sister’s wedding this summer. I’d love to look “good in my dress” as the matron-of-honor (sounds SO OLD). I’d love to weigh what I did before I had kids – before I went through infertility treatments. You know, like, my college days 13 years… Continue reading On Raising Girls

…is about where I’m at tonight. Blogging is really a vulnerable hobby. Blogging about your family and your children and your problems is even more so. On the one hand, my *rare* posts feel like a good vent session for me, from my brain to the computer. But on the other hand, to write about… Continue reading A pint of ice cream and a computer…

I’m not sure why I picked NOW to be a good time to write a post. I’m not even sure that I want to write posts anymore – because to write about parenting assumes that I actually know what I’m doing, and I absolutely do NOT know what I’m doing! That aside, a lot has… Continue reading Summer is here, and I’m trying!

I totally get that “last baby” cliche. With the twins, I couldn’t wait for their next milestones. I was impatient for them to move to the next stage, partially because the stage they had been in, being 2 of them, was so hard and I always hoped the next stage would be easier! (Still waiting… Continue reading This is the baby.

Life has been hectic. I’m a rag doll, limbs stretched out in all directions. I can only stretch so far, and yet, I’m managing. I’m parenting 3, teaching 22, nursing 1. Maintaining friendships, my marriage. Attempting (and failing) to maintain my home. Pushing tasks off due to daily exhaustion, and never going back to take… Continue reading This is her.