Sometimes, the very best of gifts… Are the completely unexpected ones. Circa 2008. It was only a few days before Thanksgiving. Jamin was unloading groceries in the kitchen, and the kids were going beserk. Like, make-me-pull-my-hair-out-we-couldn’t-possibly-manage-more-and-are-happy-with-two-so-for-the-love-of-all-things-breastpumps-stop-acting-like-complete-psychopaths-before-I-climb-to-the-roof-and-go-into-the-fetal-position, beserk. Aiden was clawing at Jamin’s leg. I’m pretty sure he actually started to gnaw. I’d recently caught him…
happy 2nd birthday, malone!
On this day, at 12:08 p.m. 2 years ago, the sweetest little boy was born. To think that I cried. And pitched an all out round of fits, when I took that pregnancy test, and went into a round of we-can’t-possibly-do-this-itis, still puts me in awe. To think that I kept him a surprise, all…
mommy karma in the form of rainbow trix
We now interrupt our regular blogram for a short story a-la mills style. The following post is for the not-so-faint of heart. Consider yourselves warned. We’ve been sick a lot lately. You know. The icky kind of nasty sick. Virus sick. My kids have been sick so many times since February, I’ve lost count. Literally,…
our last first haircut…
yeah yeah…it’s kind of a ‘filler’ post in regards to all things home. Because I have some awesome projects coming up to show you…that aren’t quite done yet. But I had to post these of Malone. JUST HAD TA! TADA! This is my last first baby haircut. That’s right, ladies and gents. The 18 month…
the one where I compare my child to chucky, frank abagnale and cam newton
Malone is officially 16 months old. I’m totally in denial. When it comes down to it, I’m in complete awe of the fact that I have a 5 year old. That’s an entirely different type of awkwardly rambling sentimental subject matter, where if you were to see me in person and bring it up, I…