This month our family had a scare.
Having 5 young children, there are certain things I hear all the time. If I had a nickel for every time someone said “You’ve got your hands full!” I would retire at the ripe old age of 32. Another one that is surprisingly frequent, “When are you getting the kids a dog?” I try not
Over the past decade, I have worked hard to become a good nurse. Initially quite cautious, over the years I have developed confidence in my abilities, and now pride myself on remaining calm while fielding acute crises. Clinical judgement is equal parts education, training, experience, and common sense, and virtually no one is blessed with all of these components
In what I refer affectionately as a series of unfortunate events, we rescued a dog in December 2013. I began blogging a short time before this and it became a wonderful way to miscommunicate with my wife, the ‘other’ Mom. I wrote about how my son was looking forward to having a dog…some day. Long story
Last week was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week for our family. I was rounding out the end of the 2014 legislative session at my job, running on 4-5 hours of sleep per day, Livvy was (read, we all were) battling two new teeth, and our house was in a state of total survival
Meet Challenger (aka Challie, aka Charlie, aka TBA): Last week, my spouse posted about the varied reasons that we decided to enhance our family of four (plus a guinea pig named Jinee) to a family of five. Little did we expect that the perfect dog for our family would arrive less than a week later (Oh