One of THOSE Blogs

One of THOSE Blogs

In this corner of the internet, I try to keep things real.  I try to tell the truth.  The whole truth.  And nothing but the truth.  Sometimes, that means I tell people about temper tantrums and 3 hour meals and time outs and meltdowns because those things are just part of being a parent.  I try my best not to omit those instances because if I only showed the high-resolution pictures with perfect lighting where everyone is looking at the camera…well, quite frankly, this would be a very short blog….

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Bringing Your Work Home

Bringing Your Work Home

One of the things that came out of the Big Fight of 2013 is the realization that Chris and I had stopped sharing small things about our days with each other. Either because we were afraid it would lead to some kid of argument over something silly or because we just didn’t feel like talking to the other person, we would ask, “How was your day?” and each of us would respond, “It was fine.” And that was about it. For, like, two months. We’re really trying to make an…

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Remembering His Laughter

Remembering His Laughter

Sometimes at night, after the kids and dogs are asleep and the house is finally quiet, I’ll close my eyes, concentrate really hard, and try to remember my dad’s voice.  I’ll try to replay a conversation we had or image what he might say about something going on in my life today.  Usually, though, all I can remember is the sound of his laugh.  Filling a room then, and my heart now. I hope that’s the kind of legacy I leave one day.  

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What I Learned on a Farm

What I Learned on a Farm

This past weekend, Bean had a birthday party for one of this classmates at a petting farm.  I had never been to a petting farm before.  In fact, when I got the invitation, I had to Google it before I found out that petting farms are real farms that kids get to visit.  Only, they are allowed to touch everything and try it all out. It was such a fun party!  The kids got to actually milk a cow, for crying out loud! This particular cow was seven months pregnant,…

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Rain or Shine, He’s My Guy

Rain or Shine, He’s My Guy

I have mentioned that we are in the process of tearing down and re-building our back deck.  And when I say “we,” I mean exclusively Chris.  Other than saying, “Man, I hate our deck,” about six months ago, I have done little else.  He went all technical on me and used his drafting program from work to draft out our deck plans a few months ago.  Then we saved money for, like, forever because a deck is no cheap project.  And we are finally now ready to start the project….

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Cups Without the Cake

Cups Without the Cake

This past weekend, Chris was in tech rehearsals all day on Saturday, Sunday, and Monday.  Which left me to fend for myself with two wee ones that weekend.  Luckily, they are getting to great ages that make getting out and going lots of fun, so we did a fair amount of running around town to keep us entertained. There were a few hours on Sunday, though, when I really needed to get some work done, and Gracie was having none of it.  She followed me around the house whining.  She…

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Young House Jealous

Young House Jealous

If you’ve been around the internets for very long, particularly in the bloggity blog world, then you’ve probably heard of a wildly popular blog called, “Young House Love.”  It’s a blog started by a young married couple (see why I like it already???) who started chronicling their home DIY projects around their house.  I had heard of the blog before because it has exploded in this age of Pinterest and DIY-ing.  And I had also heard they published a super awesome book about their projects, too, which I am dying…

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Big Beds and Tuttle Shirts

Big Beds and Tuttle Shirts

Last night around 11:00, I went in to check on the kids before I went to bed. When I went into Bean’s room, though, he was no where to be found. And neither were the sheets on his bed, his pillow, his comforter, and all his stuffed animals. It was just his mattress laying there. He has done this before. He moves his bedding to some other part of his room and camps out there. But I checked all over his room, and he wasn’t in there. I went to…

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Rough Patch

Rough Patch

Chris and I are coming out of rough patch that we’ve been battling for a couple months. Those are never any fun to be in, but they are even LESS fun to come out of because in order to get out of a rough patch, you have to speak to each other. Without fighting. And you have to agree. Without holding resentment. And, in my experience, being in a rough patch by definition means I don’t really want to get along with my husband, much less AGREE with him on…

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