to my daughter on her second birthday…
my girl among boys.
my dance among wrestling.
my song among laughter.
“pick up me.”
“it scared me half.”
“ionna watch george.”
“ionna watch tb.”
“i wike poop.”
“i wub wu.”
“i a prinshesh.”
may you always be a princess. may you always be adored by the boys in your life. may you always make girlfriends so easily. [...]
Entries from April 2007
April 29, 2007
Happy Birthday Princess
April 27, 2007
this week: a study in incompetence
last night, as most nights in the last month and a half, all 3 bigger kids were in bed and i was laying comfortably on the couch with my littlest in the crook of my arm watching a dvr’d jimmy kimmel show when the next thing i know my husband is yelling at me and my baby is wailing laying on [...]
April 25, 2007
further proof that i’m not superwoman…
…or that the cumulative lack of sleep is beginning to show…
as i walked my husband out to his car to see him off to work this morning to our surprise i had left both van side doors open since going to visit friends yesterday. yes, ladies and gentlemen, all through the mega-storming night. both doors. our [...]
April 23, 2007
photos for the grandparents!
ok, so i know they are blurry baby pics and cluttered-playclothes-unartistic photos, but i cave under the pressure of “where are some new pics?!” and the inability to dress my children well or find the camera when we’re walking out the door to go somewhere. so… here are some new ones.
taken friday – the [...]
April 19, 2007
for heather
i saw a link for her on this site the other day, but didn’t pay much attention – unfortunately. and then when i went to Notes From The Trenches today i thought, “wait a second… i’ve heard of her before.” and i was floored by heather and by chris. and by boomama so, please read [...]
April 19, 2007
can we get real?
i feel a raging against the machine coming – prepare yourselves.
i have been thinking this for a while and i think i need to include more of this in my site. i feel like our society completely glorifies having and raising children. and i am as guilty of this as the next person at times. [...]



