tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90952239489851881822024-11-01T06:35:50.589-04:00Genihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02529922069516297196noreply@blogger.comBlogger224125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095223948985188182.post-29853562651439439312016-03-16T13:19:00.005-04:002016-03-16T13:37:42.009-04:00

People yell and scream and cheer after Donald Trump talks about how he's going to "make America great again." How with him as President everything will just be "great" because he "gets along" with everyone and everyone "loves" him and he is just so awesome and amazing and wonderful. Unicorns and rainbows must come out of him on some sort of regular schedule to hear him tell it. He's great!

Genihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02529922069516297196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095223948985188182.post-44743037507370107782015-05-09T10:25:00.000-04:002015-05-09T10:25:04.315-04:00

Yes. It's true. We are pregnant again. Well, I'm pregnant again. But my husband's going to have a fourth kid too. So we're both "expecting" a baby. I mean, at this point, I've seen an ultrasound. So I'm pretty confident it's a baby. I have joked that we're hoping for a unicorn. That would be pretty neat. But again, two ultrasounds in I think it's pretty much a baby. It's due the first of

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I read a blog the other on the curse of being perpetually "busy." I suppose that describes me. I am always busy. With three kids and a full-time job there just isn't time to not be busy. There is always someone needing something, laundry that needs doing, something that needs cleaning, food that needs fixing, bills that need paying. Really, the list never ends. And I have even slacked up quite a

Genihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02529922069516297196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095223948985188182.post-15657314735097255222014-08-16T05:17:00.003-04:002014-08-16T05:17:52.266-04:00

In just one day, my oldest child will be five. Five. Five. Years. Old. This strikes me as both euphoric and tragic. I'm elated and depressed. On one hand, it seems impossible that already 1,825 days have come and gone since she came into my life. On the other, it has been a long journey to get where we are. Little Evelyn is going to be a very powerful young woman one day. Her personality and

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I am frequently told by people, "I just don't know how you do it!" Well, I don't know what choice I have. I suppose I could sit down and cry. Some days, that is a very tempting alternative. But I don't really know what people mean. What exactly is it that I do that is so hard to believe? For some, working full-time with a trio of preschoolers seems difficult. But I don't see that. Many days,

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Some days, underwear choice doesn't say anything more than what was clean and in the drawer when you hurriedly dressed. Some days, your underwear says a lot about what you're thinking, how you're feeling, where your life is or what is going on. For my teens and early twenties, I was all about avoiding panty lines. No joke. I wore cute undies. Panties with funny phrases or pretty designs. I don't

Genihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02529922069516297196noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095223948985188182.post-5724725357095035402014-08-12T02:18:00.002-04:002014-08-12T02:18:51.253-04:00

Earlier this year, I decided to make the move for our family to make us "crunchy" or at least "crunchier." We kicked out all the chemical cleaning products, started recycling and began a lot of new "experiments" in the crunchy lifestyle. I feel like it's been long enough now that I can give a true update on what works, what doesn't and what I'm still undecided about for us. First off, cloth

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I haven't felt much up to blogging lately. One, with a fully mobile toddler and two high-energy preschoolers, my life doesn't exactly have a lot of blank spaces. I feel like I barely have time to sleep, let alone do anything extra. Two, I actually haven't felt the urge to really write. Which doesn't happen often for me and I don't generally push the issue. One of the perks of not having to write

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While I have had a lot of thoughts on this I have been afraid to blog about it... Why? Well, I've been a bit worried about the reaction. Or the fallout. And even the potential retaliations if this whole thing doesn't go well. No. I am not pregnant. Hush your mouth. I am going crunchy. No really. And by crunchy I mean green, hippie, eco-minded...and possibly a little crazy. And why? Well,

Genihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02529922069516297196noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095223948985188182.post-44354678762953416492014-01-10T20:11:00.002-05:002014-01-10T20:11:49.649-05:00

For four years, Evie has been our beloved tyrant. She came from the hospital and immediately put us on a schedule. She was exhausting. Beyond exhausting with her strict schedule and highly volatile nature. I remember the night I walked the floors with her all night, in tears and crying with her, because family from out of town had visited that day and her whole schedule had been tossed out the

Genihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02529922069516297196noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095223948985188182.post-466884969150501702014-01-05T09:00:00.000-05:002014-01-05T09:00:04.243-05:00

Like it or not, life always keeps moving. When you live with little people, life moves quickly and messily forward. Every waking minute of every day is quite full. From wake up and breakfast to clean up and getting dressed to more clean up to activities and play time to more clean up. Lunch, clean up. Naps, snacks, clean up. Supper, baths, clean up. Stories, teeth, bed, more clean up. It's a bit

Genihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02529922069516297196noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095223948985188182.post-53328577388647918412013-12-29T09:55:00.000-05:002013-12-29T09:55:04.156-05:00

Dear Ethan, Hello little brother. I hope you're doing well. I'm sure you're doing better now than you were the last time we spoke. For so long, your eyes have held a pain that you couldn't fix. Your body has carried a burden you weren't able to bear. I'm sure that weight is gone and your pain is lifted. I know your eyes are clear and you're walking tall under bright blue skies. Sometimes,

Genihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02529922069516297196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095223948985188182.post-35572726054584025302013-12-28T08:19:00.001-05:002013-12-28T08:19:14.716-05:00

I am usually a Christmas nut. I get my shopping done early. I count down the days with enthusiasm. I have a harder time sleeping on Christmas Eve than the kids. But this year, I just wanted to get it over with. After Ethan's funeral, I tried really hard to get back into the Christmas spirit. It was two days after his funeral when we went to my in-laws for our Christmas celebration with them.

Genihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02529922069516297196noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095223948985188182.post-91576380982591892272013-12-19T16:30:00.000-05:002013-12-19T16:30:00.792-05:00

From the get go I wanted to be able to post regular updates on my nursing journey as an encouragement to other mommas who were just starting out. Honestly, it gets so much better! Of course, I think I posted one or two updates on the blog that I have lost. And those were back in the beginning, when things were less than splendiforous. Now I have a ten and a half month old baby. Blows my mind.

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I remember the day that I asked my mom for a baby sister. We were in the kitchen in the farm house. She was busy doing something. Washing dishes maybe? Cooking? I'm not sure. I remember the slant of the sun through the windows. And green fields stretching out of view outside. I remember dust motes in the air. I think something was cooking. Maybe it was supper time. I don't know if it was the

Genihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02529922069516297196noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095223948985188182.post-18783038580115785622013-12-18T17:15:00.002-05:002013-12-18T17:15:47.294-05:00

This may comes as a shocker. A revelation. A parting of the veil. But breasts weren't actually put there for sex. Yes. I said it. I used both the "b" word and the "s" word in one sentence. And I said something that, if it came to light in mainstream media, could destroy the lingerie industry, the magazine industry...well, the very fabric of our society could devastated! Yes. Breasts are NOT

Genihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02529922069516297196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095223948985188182.post-45972309337234716922013-12-16T19:52:00.003-05:002013-12-16T19:52:46.965-05:00

So, i started a new blog. And for the life of me cannot remember the name of it. Or the password. Or anything. Great. So I'm coming back to this one!

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Deep down everyone just wants to be happy. The problem is that no one really knows what will ultimately make them happy, until they try it. I think one of the biggest problems in America these days is that every one thinks that THINGS will make them happy. In particular, the biggest, nicest and most expensive THINGS. From cars to houses to toys to clothes. Americans have this serious complex

Genihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02529922069516297196noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095223948985188182.post-84508107182407840902012-08-22T19:47:00.000-04:002012-08-22T19:47:05.045-04:00

It's amazing how dramatically your life can change in just a brief window of time. A busy Saturday, that was to be spent doing to the 1400 things that needed to be done in preparation for Evie's birthday party, with a brief interlude of fishing with my mom because that's what Evie wanted to do for her birthday, That was what my Saturday was supposed to be. But it all changed very suddenly on

Genihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02529922069516297196noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095223948985188182.post-5602445773989448952012-08-16T19:24:00.000-04:002012-08-16T19:24:55.876-04:00

Okay...so astounding might be a bit overstated. Maybe just the most obvious differences. This pregnancy isn't even halfway over and already the differences are pretty impressive. I hope this doesn't become a whiny post. I really, really don't mean it as whining. Even in the most uncomfortable, I'm ready to have this baby NOW moments, I am ever grateful and appreciative of the miracle of life. I

Genihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02529922069516297196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095223948985188182.post-34630599906936879792012-07-26T18:59:00.003-04:002012-07-26T18:59:49.862-04:00

The first time you are pregnant, you can't wait to start showing. The first few months of waiting for your belly to pooch out are cruel. You cannot wait for that belly so that everyone that sees you knows that you're pregnant. Subsequent pregnancies, you don't have to wait. Or at least I haven't had to. When the hormones hit my abdominal muscles they know JUST what to do. And they do it. And

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Well, if the speedy passing of the first trimester is any indication of how quickly the rest of the pregnancy is going to go, I better start doing more blogging or I won't remember any of it! I cannot believe I am already finishing up my first trimester of my third pregnancy. It has been a very busy few years and I wouldn't change any of it, honestly. I am so glad that my third child is going

Genihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02529922069516297196noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095223948985188182.post-8555677733122742942012-06-20T20:00:00.000-04:002012-06-20T20:00:36.546-04:00

So. It's public. I am pregnant. I've peed on a few sticks. Peed in a cup. And I've even seen the baby on an ultrasound! So I'm really pregnant. Before you even ask, yes, we wanted a third one. No, this is not an accident. Yes, we know what causes that. And no, we weren't trying for a boy, though my husband will probably dance a jig if this baby has dangley bits at the 20 week ultrasound. I

Genihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02529922069516297196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095223948985188182.post-73524836525749104882012-05-15T19:43:00.003-04:002012-05-15T19:56:45.421-04:00

So, I know the Internet is absolutely going ape s*** over the Time magazine cover. And despite my initial reluctance to weigh in...I decided to do it. I find the Time cover to be incredibly offensive. There. I said it. I'm going to be honest though. I haven't read the story. And probably won't bring myself to. I have read stories and blogs on extended breastfeeding as well as attachment

Genihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02529922069516297196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095223948985188182.post-58141882062587071282012-05-10T20:04:00.002-04:002012-05-10T20:04:18.399-04:00

So I have recently somehow managed to discover that I love tea. No. Not sweet tea. Yes, I have been drinking it all of my memorable life. And yes, I do love it. But I have discovered that I LOVE - in all caps here - LOVE hot tea. It's become a neat sort of fascination. I've spent time online looking up new flavors to try and cannot wait to finish off a box so I can try something new. Yeah...

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