Thursday, April 3, 2014

I can't make this stuff up.

Harper (age 4), about an hour after I trimmed her fingernails: "Mom, you cut my fingers and now I can't get the boogers out of my nose."

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

I can't make this stuff up.

I sat down to record some of the conversations that I am blessed to observe with and among my children, and I thought, why not share them on the blog. Surely I'm not the only one who might get a kick out of their innocent and often unintended humor. So whenever I think to record something, I'll file it under: I can't make this stuff up. 

Here's today's I can't make this stuff up. 


Me, to Harper (age 4), when she asked me to help her button her coat so that she could play in the snow (yes, snow, on March 25): You look like a beautiful snow girl.

Harper, to me: No, Mommy, you mean snow woman.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Spring, come to momma.

As I look back at May, 2013, I can only come to one conclusion. Spring is the time for being damn cute . . .






















. . . and letting it all air out.

Happy Spring.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Loss and life in Spring.

I can't honor April 2013 without honoring my cousin, James. My precious, beautiful cousin, the sweetest most gentle soul there ever was, lost his life the last week of March. We received the news while we were in Mexico, and it changed everything. He would have turned 30 last month.

Here is my last text exchange with him, less than a month before he was gone. I miss him beyond words.


Days after that forever heartbreak, we celebrated sweet Henry's fifth birthday (more amazing cake thanks to my mother-in-law). My boy is five (now almost six). I love him so darn much.










Children are such a beautiful reminder of life's many joys. Even though April left us heavy hearted, there is always hope. And joy.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

A Mexican March.

March 2013, take me back . . . to MEXICO!!! Forget that March is when I turned 33 (lame-o). Just take me back to the place where the sun burns away sorrows and blankets the people in bronze.

All that to say, if I could do March 2013 over again, I would. And I wouldn't change one thing.























I take that back. I would change one thing. The moment Harper pooped her pants at the airport, on the way to Mexico. And then puked on the plane. And then threw up in the airport shuttle. Twice, I think. I'd change all that. (I must give the girl props, though. She knows how to aim. Girlfriend puked in a cup and didn't miss a drop.)