My hair was coming out in chunks.  It was time.  Brad told Maren that we were going to cut my hair today; something we’d been talking about for two weeks now. Maren scrambled into my bed, bawling, “I don’t want you to lose your hair!  I don’t want you to be bald!” I snuggled her close and told her I didn’t need it.  I would still...

It’s been happening.  A couple of my nearest and dearest of friends, they have said it. “You are glowing.” “You look amazing and strong.” “You look taller (haha), your skin looks terrific.” “You look great.” I am glowing.  Brad and I look at each other, and shrug, and agree: we are not stressed.  We, as with...

My hubs is the kind of guy who takes all of his girls on dates.  The two of us try for at least once a month, but I-Need-My-Mama-Baby-G has hurt our track record for the past ten months.  In light of recent events, we are again motivated to make our dates a priority.  I always love my husband, but we like each other a lot more when we make time for our marriage....

It’s true.  I now regularly hide from my youngest child. Greta was born as one of those babies who knew her mama and would not tolerate anyone else holding her.  She, in all of her roly-poly ten pound eight ounce glory, was very vocal about her love for her mama from the moment she was born.  (I secretly loved this.  What mama wouldn’t?)  By contrast...

I had a hard time finding normal today. My baby sister is here (again/still).  Which is weird, yet awesome. I took Maren to a friend’s Egg Hunt Party (how fun is that?!).  We had a blast and met fun new people and hugged old fun people and it was great.  I didn’t bring Greta because she would have a) just eaten mulch and/or b) hurtled herself off their...

I am feeling weebly, wobbley, woozy, and wugged, in the spirit of Dr. Seuss.  Trying to label my feelings, my twinges, my aches: they just sound like whining rather than reporting or sharing.  And, I’m not whiney (believe me, I have two young children, I know what whining sounds like.)  So, I borrow from Seuss and his whimsy.  I am looking after myself to the...