We greatly enjoyed our snow day. While six people cooped up in one house does create a level of noise that rivals screaming jets, we managed to plan enough activity (inside and out) to keep it just below fever pitch.
Just below.
( We are unsure which he dislikes more….his snowsuit or his hair.) Continue reading
Dear Lord,
Thank you for the unknown mom who loves the slow moving child who stalled the bus just enough to show up a few minutes late at our stop to allow my slow moving child to catch her ride to school. Barely.
Thank you for my slow moving girl and her confidence in wearing pumpkin orange polka dotted knee socks with pink shorts. And for her desire to talk to me, at length, about how much she loves these socks, which further slowed down the slow moving girl. Thank you for shutting my mouth and letting her wear the socks. Continue reading
7:55 PM
I just laid my baby boy down for bed on the eve of his first birthday.
One year. One full trip around the sun.
Wasn’t I just complaining about my back hurting from the weight of his sweet body in my belly? Did I not just meet him for the first time and contemplate… again… the utter miracle of birth and life? Did I not just clean the hospital cafeteria out of chocolate no-bake cookies in my ravenous post-partum state?!
How does this continue to happen? This breakneck speed of life that seems to occur in the early days of raising little ones. (Although I readily admit some days feel like an eternity.)
The basis for scientific time says each year contains the same amount of days, minutes, seconds as the next.**
Science is a liar.
And a jerk. Continue reading