A year ago yesterday, I said my “unofficial” good bye to my grandma. The circumstances were a bit of a fluke. I had mindlessly forgotten my bag at my parents’ house after a chaotic Christmas day spent with family. I left my son’s hockey tournament to retrieve it with my daughter by my side. She
Be a cookie baking, book reading, lullaby singing, attachment mommy AND down a beer while letting the curse words fly. Hold my children to high standards AND be tender. Excel in a demanding career that requires many hours in the office AND maintain close relationships with my children. Deeply love being a mom AND acknowledge that
The kids had their holiday concerts at school on Tuesday. The teachers did such a great job coordinating everything and the kids were all so cute as they performed their songs – with props (I think I saw a few budding stars up there as well!) As I watched the different grades transition on and
The road to dog rescue is paved with the 3 Bs: Bugs, Barf, and Bites, and I’ve had my share of them all. Date night with Karen is less likely to involve a romantic dinner and more likely to involve detonating flea bombs in my car to eliminate party favors left by a recent transport.
Nine years ago, my wife and I met two children who would eventually become ours through adoption. Their sister joined us, quite unexpectedly, 11 months later – this element of ‘joyful unpredictability’ has become a trademark of hers. If you’d like to read more about how that day came to be, I’ve shared it here.
Lately I’ve been thinking…am I brave? I always considered myself to be brave. I’ve managed some extremely difficult situations. I’ve tried new things. I’ve gone to new places. I moved away from home to live in a new city with less than $1000 in my pocket. I’ve stood up for myself. I’ve spoken in front
My boys used to love each other. See… I remember thinking how amazing it was that they got along so well when they were younger. Andrew was a few months shy of 3 years old when D-man was born. He would hug his “brudda” and help hold his bottle. He would hold Dylan’s hand when
One of the most magical parts of parenting is the innate ability to comfort my child. Every night my daughter and I snuggle in her bed and I sing her the same lullaby I’ve been singing for the past 7 years. No matter how wound up she is, as soon as I start singing she
When my daughter was 7 months old, the teacher in her infant room said to me one night at pickup, “Wow, she sure is stubborn!” I remember being astounded. She was 7 months old. What did that even mean? Five years later, we attended a conference with my daughter’s kindergarten teacher. After talking about her
Yesterday, I was pregnant with my third child. My period was one week late, and I had shown faint second lines and the digital screens read “pregnant” on every home pregnancy test that I had taken. And although I was waiting for confirmation from the lab in the coming week, I knew that the odds