Moose and I were blessed last week. My parents whisked us away to Orlando for a week away from reality. A week of giggles, snuggles, and adventures. I am a very blessed woman. I am not sure that I say that enough here. Quite frankly, this platform has morphed into a place where I can … Continue reading Pre Mother’s Day musings
Excitement as a parent is a new animal
My baby turned three nearly two weeks ago. My baby is no longer a baby. Hell, my baby is no longer a toddler. When he snoozes on my shoulder in the early hours of the morning, his little body doesn't fit comfortably on my shoulder. Instead, his head nestles into the curve of my neck, … Continue reading Excitement as a parent is a new animal
Brave?
How often do I start these things with some version of- I had something else planned entirely to post. Maybe you should all just be programmed to assume that upon most posts. This week is no different. I have three drafts I could post. Three completed drafts. Yet, my brain pulls me into a different … Continue reading Brave?
Shifting outlook
Perspective is fickle. Maybe that isn't entirely fair. Perhaps a more accurate description would be that perspective is fluid. It can morph and change quickly. Or never at all. Just now, the shift nearly gave me whiplash. This morning I was putting on the remainder of my makeup (a rarity these days) while Moose whined … Continue reading Shifting outlook
Delight lives even in the hard stuff
Motherhood has been an amazing shift within me. It’s really the most awesome- in the truest sense of the word- experience I have ever had. It has the ability to simultaneously tap into my deepest insecurities and give birth to my wildest spikes in confidence. I have days- even weeks- that I am consumed by … Continue reading Delight lives even in the hard stuff
Sleep?
Sleep with a child- regardless of age, it seems- is an elusive beast. I keep waiting. Waiting for it to level out. To find the magic combination of structure, security, or any other number of variables. To stop blaming myself for rough sleep nights. I have started a post about sleep before. So this is … Continue reading Sleep?
I forget that a little love goes a long way
Catholic Mass is a little different than other church services. The structure of services I attended as a kid into my adulthood was the same wherever I went. We had 20 minutes of song- be it traditional hymns or updated songs that boarder on rock. Either way, it was the musical block and then an … Continue reading I forget that a little love goes a long way
