September 15 14

Isabella has this particular way of being tucked in to bed. I don’t know where it came from, but somewhere along the line it became a thing. A thing that she requires every single night. She sleeps on top of a plush red blanket with white polka dots and she…

September 12 14

The thing about coming from a long line of obnoxiously independent people is the crippling inability to ask for help. I mean, sure, this is mostly a positive thing. I’m capable! I can do everything! I don’t need anything but me! Except, you see, it means that I can’t ask…

September 9 14

Oh, how my What Would Betty Draper Do sure was tested tonight. I gave one of my children my key fob to grab something from the Jeep. And then, in the kerfuffle of it all, I never asked for the keys back, I never thought about the keys at all….

September 4 14

In the car, singing along to whatever song is playing on Radio Disney. Josh to Emily: You are being so Hermione Granger right now. The funny thing is, he meant it as an insult.  The funnier thing is, she took it as a compliment.  And that right there is the…

September 3 14

The other night, I sat on my porch and watched Isabella being Isabella. She was in pajamas even though it was only about 6:30, and was holding a lollipop, jumping rope, while chasing a butterfly across our front lawn. Summer.  Sure our weather felt nothing like summer and we wore…

August 29 14

When I moved to Canada, I worked out a very elaborate cross-border shopping solution, so I could continue to shop at my favorite stores that hadn’t come to Canada yet, or did ship to Canada, but had astronomical duties and fees to get to my home. No joke, I once…

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