I’m trying to keep this rolling. I know, 30+ parts is a little ridiculous. I should be writing a book and calling them chapters. But whatever, I’m committed now. Read from the beginning here. Pregnant. Tired. Struggling. Raising a neuro-atypical six year old boy with impulse control issues, a loud and beautiful four year old girl who liked to instigate… Read More
I have a desire to write today, without simply saying the same things I’ve been saying for two weeks. Ronan is still sick. I am now sick. If his poor little throat hurts even a fraction of what mine hurts, he is in some serious pain. He woke us all up with his coughing all night last night. How can… Read More
Ronan got this from Santa for Christmas. It’s a ton’o’fun. Except for picking up the ones that fall out.
Well. After nearly 4 days of trying to figure out how I was going to get my camera back from Brock’s parents house, I found it in the diaper bag. Epic fail. Better late than never, right? [Warning: this post is picture heavy.] I want to start out by sharing a Christmas tradition Brock and I decided to start for… Read More
Aren’t we funny sometimes? Dad and I went out last night, and were looking for some movies or TV seasons to buy and watch. As we were walking through Target, we found a couple things each of us might want. I was looking at the complete collection of Sex and The City. It was on sale at Target for $99.99… Read More
I didn’t dress Ronan up for Halloween, and I really regret it already. All of the cute babies in cute costumes? I don’t have a picture of that! Ronan is going to be 10, and ask me where is the picture from his first Halloween, and all I’m going to have is this. I think I’ll just tell him he… Read More