Living. And loving. And hurting.
I don’t want to blog today. So I’m not gonna! Here are some pictures to keep you entertained. “Mr mrf if frll.” Ronan in a box. Love! Blurry, and yet adorable. Steph, Farah and Ronan. “Birds!” Sweet Farah… I couldn’t possibly love this little girl more. Can you believe I delivered this MONSTER? And… last but not least… POTTY MAN!… Read More
It feels like everywhere I look, everyone I talk to is going through the same soggy crap right now. Tons of Facebook statuses like, “My kids are driving me nuts!” and “I can’t take all the whining.” So many tweets about babies that aren’t themselves, and wishing things would get back to normal. Complaints of kids that gripe and annoying… Read More
Yes, this one. You might wonder how one can develop a hatred for something so cute and innocent. It’s just a truck, you say. This truck makes an innocent little sound when you jam the nose. “Chug chug chug chug…” it sounds like a truck running. And it runs for about 10-15 seconds. Ronan LOVES it. Only, he can’t press… Read More
He he he he he. This tickles me. Try to keep your eye on Ronan.
In light of recent events, I think it would have been totally understandable if I had sat on the couch all weekend and felt sorry for myself. And while that sounds like something I might actually DO, I decided… not to. I kept percocet’s with me to handle the pain, and a purse full of pads. I took it easy,… Read More
Such a strange word. Miscarriage. To carry something improperly. I haven’t written because I haven’t been ready to share EVERYTHING yet. Sometimes, we hold our cards a little closer to our chest until we’re ready to lay them down. Brock and I decided we were ready to start expanding our family again. We started trying in January. Fertile myrtle, I… Read More
