Living. And loving. And hurting.
Also known as six months. Not really, until tomorrow, but earlier is better than later is better than never. When I was pregnant with Ronan, I realized that people don’t like to hear that you are miserable. When they ask how you are feeling, they want to hear that you feel great. I never did. But I bit my tongue,… Read More
I took Ronan to his first pumpkin patch yesterday. I didn’t do it last year, and I regret not having any pictures. I wasn’t going to let that happen this year! It has been lovely fall weather lately, and I picked out what I wanted Ronan to wear a day in advance. As he was napping, I got myself ready… Read More
There are two little boys running around my house lately. There is the one that is quiet, and plays independently. He’s the one that is a little angel for his father. He eats without making a mess, doesn’t throw toys, and doesn’t hit anyone. He can be left to his own devices for sometimes hours at a time. He takes… Read More
You know… you’re not really all that great. Excuse me? Hah… um… what a thing to say. Who just says that to someone? Well, we’re stuck in this elevator. Might as well say something. Besides, I’ve never really liked you. Oh. Go on, then, I guess. Tell me how you REALLY feel. Okay. I will. You know that phrase, “Jack… Read More
When Ronan wakes first thing in the morning, he wants to be held for a while. And he gives kisses. Lots of kisses. Any moment when Ronan is asleep and I am awake. Like right now. Holding hands with my husband while we’re sitting on the couch enjoying a show together. Walking out of the grocery store realizing it was… Read More
I have this sense of serenity. A peace and yet excitement about the future that I haven’t had in a long time. I feel like I know where I’m going, and there is a definite path to get there. No wondering, hoping, or being let down by someone else. This one is all about me. Yet… Yet Ronan is an… Read More
