Remember–in the times before iPads and smart phones–when summer was dedicated to swimming pools, idle time, dripping ice cream cones and juicy slices of watermelon?Remember catching lightning bugs and putting them in jars? Staying out so late that your sunburn already melted into a perfect golden brown tan by the time you actually headed inside […]

It is 2am. You are standing in a drafty hospital room, naked except for a paper-thin robe. A nurse just finished sticking you with a needle and popping one of a vein in one of your hands. (Surprisingly painful.) You haven’t slept in 20 hours.

Currently I’m working on keeping my new tiny human alive, and I’m also writing up the story of the baby’s birth.

It’s been a week since we welcomed little Sicilia to our family, and so far, the big kids seem to absolutely love her! I’m sure it helped that we welcomed her by bringing home cupcakes and singing “Happy Birthday” to her, which the big kids absolutely loved. Anyone who brings them sugar gets a big thumbs up. 😀 No sign of any jealousy or frustration, not at least at this point.

This past Saturday, as Andrew and I racked our brains during round one of The Great Search for Something to Entertain the Kids, we settled on driving to a park in a town about a half hour from our home.

I’m not a complainer, nor am I particularly sensitive to offhand comments, dirty jokes or innuendo, and rarely do I react to the crappy things that people tend to say so freely these days. (Oh hey, Facebook.)

One of the many things lots of people associate Florida with is the beach and sunshine. And rightfully so. It’s rarely not vacation weather here, no matter the time of year, and while not all of us live along the beach, most are within reasonable driving distance.We are. But it’s rare I muster up the courage to […]

Have you seen the kid’s party that is taking the internet by storm? A 3-year-old insisted on Poop as the theme for her 3rd birthday party. Take a quick look. I’ll wait here.

Here in the land of 33 Weeks Pregnant with Two Toddlers, things are starting to fall apart. I don’t mean that figuratively, because all the important stuff is intact; I mean it literally. As in, my poor aching bones. I cried for absolutely no reason for the third time this weekend and it just felt so good, I may have to do it again. For no reason.

They sit there on my nightstand, stacked eight high, their spines decorated with pastel flourishes and encouraging titles. They are the Leaning Tower of Promise. A promise I never tapped into. Yeah, I’m kinda stupid like that.