It doesn’t matter what time of day it is, you can find me with a baby in my arms. He’s my last baby. I hold him longer than I’m supposed to. I squeeze him a bit tighter before I put him to bed at night. I spend most of my waking hours staring at his… Continue reading The Baby in my Arms
When your body fails you and your mind can’t grasp the reason why, there becomes a very fine line that separates heartbreak and content. And sometimes, without warning, the thoughts in my head infiltrate that line and wage war against my damaged heart. I’ve always loved pregnant women – the glow, the presence of life… Continue reading The Last Baby
I peel my dress off and toss it carelessly to the bathroom floor. I carefully test the temperature of the water with my tired toes and once it’s deemed safe I ease myself into the hot, steamy water one achy leg at a time. My body folds into the water and becomes one with the… Continue reading Momcations
My second born. My son. The treasured gem that shines through the beautiful diamond girls that surround you. Things are so different with you. My love for you is unwavering – as it is for your sister – that part is the same. But what’s different is how easy you are. How incredibly patient and… Continue reading Mr. C
Parenting is hard. That’s no surprise. What IS surprising, is the amount of times I feel frustrated in a day. Like, why is it so hard to get a toddler to put on their shoes? or eat their food without throwing it on the floor? or get them to stop obsessing over wanting to go… Continue reading Exhaling Toddlerhood
I pull my car under the carport as the sun breaks through the last of the evening sky. I let out a sigh and carry my tired body to the back passenger seat to unbuckle Miss M. Her face is quiet and fixed on her DVD player – the one that plays Moana on a… Continue reading Come, Mama. Soap.
There aren’t many things in life that will cut you to your core the way a sick child will. From the moment you see those famous two lines on a pregnancy test, your priorities shift: you take your vitamins; go to all your appointments; exercise; cut out caffeine and soda and all the wonderful foods… Continue reading Sicky Poos and Germy Woes
I hear the familiar sound of stirring as we near the 3am hour. And in the midst of my tired stupor, I’m harsh. My words are sharp and painful. A tool that I’m not proud to own. “Go. To. SLEEP!” I yell for the third time, progressively louder. It unleashes a quivering cry and I… Continue reading Moonlit Guilt
I don’t know if it was the glow of the salt lamp radiating off your cherub cheeks or the way the air escaped your sweet lips as I cradled your tiny body in my arms, rocking gently in the dark of night. Maybe it’s your eyelashes – long, luscious, gently flickering as you dream. It could be… Continue reading My Heart Is Too Small
Your love is like butterfly kisses. Soft to the touch, tickling my soul. Your smile is contagious and warms my heart. Watching you makes me feel whole. The sun glistens on your perfect, round cheeks. Your beauty has no end. I watch you explore the world around. The birds, the squirrels, you call them friends. I… Continue reading Butterfly Kisses
Tiaras & Trucks 