Last night Brad got home in that little window where the girls had just finished eating dinner, and they were not yet prepped for bed.  It’s the point in the day where we are all the most disheveled and the house itself reveals the chaotic, fun comings and goings of the day with it’s piles and messes and trails.  I surveyed the scene, and...

Thirty-four years ago I was born. (It was August, and crazy hot–and I was late.  Late as in I missed my due date and then some.  Sorry Mom!) (I was born 3 weeks late — medical professionals don’t even let you do that any more.) (My grandparents had flown in from Australia to be present for the birth of their first grandchild two weeks before the...

Did you ever have one of those days?  You know, a great day. We woke up today with Daddy home from his trip–this makes us all start off the day with the right mojo.  Greta and Maren were both near frantic with excitement of his return and had so much catching up to do. We got the news early this morning (via neighborhood text-mania) that teacher assignments...

August 8, 2012 -My last day of chemo.  It is bittersweet.  It means surgery is around the corner, which is a good thing, because although chemo shrunk the tumor significantly, it is still there.  I can’t wait to have it gone.  I’m praying fervently for clean margins in surgery, and a clean PET scan. -I found out at my weekly pre-chemo appointment with...

Last August, when we were on our post-chemo vacation that was gifted to us by some dear friends, I snapped a picture of my feet.   I know, I’m weird. (I found the picture as I was organizing photos and trying to decide how to group photos into albums.  I miss the age of photography when this had to be decided every 24 pictures when the film roll was full....