Welcome to little glimpse into my life. For a nice little change since I have been back from Ireland, everything was going swimmingly. Every single person in our household slept until after 10am. Emily did not cry when she was asked to get dressed—first time since March of ’12. I…
Last night at approximately 8:52, the power went out in our neighborhood. I—and the poorly-timed sharp shooting pain in my right temple—had just listened to Isabella’s rendition of her new favorite book, Barbie: I Can Be President while she stalled for extra staying-up minutes and was listening to Josh yell at…
When either one of those two front teeth falls out—or in our case, gets pulled out by Dr. Shane the Orthodontist/good friend to have around—all of a sudden said child becomes a different person, older somehow. I swear, every time I look at Isabella and see this giant gap in…
