Dear Sam, It’s unlikely that you’ll remember the details from your eighth month, but it was a big one for our family. We bought a house! As we removed the books and toys from the shelves in your old room, packed your picture frames, and took down your birds mobile, we promised that everything would be waiting for you in... Read more
Keeping up with Mommy cheddar bunny for cheddar bunny. Assembling our new patio furniture. And dining al fresco later that night. After Sam was asleep. Date night in our own backyard! He learned a new trick, which he insisted on practicing about every 20 minutes during nap time. Which led to rare daytime snuggles. Also? He’s a fan of my... Read more
How considerate of our new hometown to welcome us with a carnival and a concert! Sammy was not a fan of the amusement rides. But he loved the funnel cake. And the concert? Let’s just say that he shares his momma’s love for live music. Thanks for the festive welcome, Greensburg! Read more
Whew! Moving is hard work. Especially with an almost-eight-month-old who is now mobile. And who decided to wake up at 2am on moving day and stay awake until the movers arrived at 6:30am. The poor kid was so confused by our empty house and the strange men carrying boxes. Fortunately, he slept for at least part of the 90-minute drive... Read more
We are homeowners! Read more
Sammy has been quite confused by the state of our house this week. The stacks of boxes and his empty shelves. And, most noticeably, his missing birds mobile. We reassured him, though, that the birds have already migrated to our new house. Meals have gotten interesting as we attempt to clean out our refrigerator. Our favorite so far: a big... Read more
It was impossible for me to fully appreciate my own mother before I became a mother myself. The sacrifices she’s made. The guidance she’s given. The unconditional love she’s provided. I thank you, Mom, today and every day for being the kind of mother I strive to be. And, sweet Samuel, I thank you today and every day for making... Read more
Last night we made a clean-out-the-fridge fritatta. Then we washed the frying pan and the dishes and packed them — along with our spatulas and stemware and serving platters — into big boxes and labeled them “kitchen.” It should come as no surprise, really, that almost half of our boxes are labeled “kitchen.” So for the next six days we... Read more
This is happening. And so is this. Needless to say, we have a busy week ahead of us. Ten days to moving day! Read more