A few weeks ago, I stepped on the scale hopeful, and stepped off so frustrated. After three weeks of moderation, portion control, low-saturated fat, good monounsaturated fats, lean proteins, vegetables, fruits, no alcohol, and almost no dairy and no sugar, the darn thing had inched forward anyway. It’s been a lifelong struggle for me. I…
Ah, balance. It’s become a bit of a controversial topic, hasn’t it? I’m sure you’ve heard both sides of the argument: “Here’s how to balance it all!” and “Balance is impossible! Let’s ban the word from the lexicon!” I have, too. And I don’t want to get into an argument about semantics. Because I believe…
Today, I wrote. Life gets in the way of writing. Screaming children, crying children, hungry children, inquisitive children. They get in the way of writing. Text messages, meetings, phone calls. These things get in the way of writing. Insurance claims and dentist appointments and oil changes and grocery runs get in the way of writing….
Either I don’t really feel like I have a lot of great stories to tell, or I don’t know how to tell them well. Figuring that I need to get better at this story thing, if I’m ever going to write a book, last week I picked up a copy of A Million Miles In…
I just got finished washing the boys hair and trimming it. Today is picture day at school, and if I’m honest, it’s only the second one I’ve remembered. In months past, life has been just that crazy. Also, you both needed haircuts. Badly. And fortunately, I’m getting much better at the haircut thing. One day…
I’m getting ready to head out into the madness that is holiday traffic. The day before Christmas Eve, I am going to attempt the feat of grocery shopping. It will test my patience, and drive me to the brink of sanity. Fortunately, I’ve arranged a sitter, so I’m taking only one kid, not three. While…
I’m just home from an amazing time at the Bliss & Bokeh retreat. It was so awesome to walk in the door to three little kiddos, all so excited to see me. As I rocked Charley to sleep last night, my heart was happy. A cuddly baby in my arms, sweet little boys downstairs playing…
Tonight, I told two little red-fleece-pajama-clad boys that it was time to go bed. You all got up, and padded in your little footie feet over to the bottom of the stairs. I took a photograph with my mind: puffy-diapered bottoms, chubby little legs, tiny little paws grasping at the banister, fat knees crawling up…
If life is made up of moments, my life is crammed with them right now. You all are keeping me on my toes. Kiddo, I just tucked you into bed. As I put you to bed every night, I’ve started asking you if you know I love you. You grin with the goofiest smile and…
