Okay, so let’s be honest here. Even before kids I was always a bit of chaos getting ready in the morning. I would take my time, dilly dally here and there, find myself rushing, but I’d get myself out the door and to work on time. Then I grew up, found a wonderful man, and… Continue reading We either have a good morning or we get to school on time.
That awesome moment when there’s a knock at the door and it’s two young neighborhood sisters asking if Celeste can come out to play. I felt such a mixture of joy and…nostalgia? I still can’t really pin point what exactly the feeling felt like. Pride in seeing her growing and making friends. Excitement about her… Continue reading Knock, knock…it’s not for mommy or daddy
Is it kind of totally twisted that I found this quote quite funny? But really, how else can you survive some of the crazy parenting moments if not with a good sense of humor? So, yes, there are moments where I have total bliss and harmony with my two girls. When all things are… Continue reading Somewhere between pulling my hair and blissful
Love this! Today I’m celebrating just being alive and having family time with my husband and our girls. We took a family stroll with Biggie this morning and now we are off on a bike riding adventure. It’s when I let go of control and planning that the most beautiful moments happen. What… Continue reading Celebrate!
That’s the name of the color I decided to paint my nails at 2:40am because I can’t sleep. Maybe next time I’ll try the “we are mint to be” color. Nail polish names crack me up. I shouldn’t be writing at this hour and instead soaking in whatever sleep time I can get but… Continue reading Jenna and the giant peach
Yesterday when Celeste and I went to walk Biggie in the evening she found this small spot where she suddenly started to dance and sing. Then she asked me to sing so that she could dance to the song. I stood there watching her twirl, bend, twist, and do all sorts of movements, flowing so… Continue reading Little performer
Last I left off we were in Borrego Springs, the kind of place that is so remote and small that you intentionally have to be going there. It’s not somewhere you happen to stop by on your way to your real destination. And don’t get me wrong, it’s a beautiful slow moving quiet place, the… Continue reading In search of wildflowers: Don’t blame the Toms