April 2009

Words from the vault

• Trading one dream for another. But maybe only temporarily.

  With every milestone I find myself looking back, usually wondering HOW did we ever get HERE. B is FIVE already? Holy moly, as he would say. What happened? Wasn't he just born? Weren't we just nuzzled together on the couch, settled in for one of his marathon nursing sessions?Nope. It's been five year

• Lasting Impressions

  I can't quite believe it is the final day here at Five for Ten. Excuse me if I run long today, my heart is full. Very full. My heart runneth over with worry and fear and joy and expression and memory on most days, but today it is filled with lasting amounts of honesty and love. Honest love. T

• Momento

  My mama's got an iPhone and loves to browse the App Store, otherwise known as the nifty little place where all things you can imagine are made possible for the iPhone. Games, Stock Tips, Calorie Counters, my handy dandy Google Reader. We send each other little tips on Apps we think are fun or cool o

• Mysteries unearthed

  Friday I took my kids to the park. It was 3 in the afternoon. The baby had woken from her nap. Quiet time was over. We were at loose ends. So I strapped the girls into the bike trailer, B hopped on his scooter, and off we went. The park nearest us is a gem. Before J and I had kids we went occasi

• Letter to my sister

  Dear Sarah,I feel I already have failed you. Wasn't I the one who volunteered to write the next post? Yesterday. After we agreed to a daily presence? Allow me to explain.Well, I arrived home to a sick kid and the fallout of a SICK KID. And it was dinner time. Need I say more? The night promised to b

• Mothering Three: Do you see yourself out there anywhere?

  Magazines. I love them. I used to subscribe to many, but when the necessary budgeting axe hit our home, the periodicals were the first to go. I watched as they dwindled. And now they are gone. And I don’t miss them so much. Who has the time? But a few days ago I had a few moments to browse the mag

• The moment I decided an IUD was for me

  Ethan is my third child. My third boy (yes, I have to remind you of my boy parade every chance I get because I am CLEARLY KEEPING THE DREAM ALIVE THAT I WILL ONE DAY HAVE A DAUGHTER). My post-delivery, six week OB check up went exactly the same as it had 15 months prior when second-boy Max was the l

• Half-Drunk Challenge

  Play Me [audio: little_less_conversation_original.mp3] The morning I woke up hungover and remembered I had actually published a post entitled Drunken Rambling about my Optimistic Clitoris I decided to challenge as many readers as I could to write something daring. This particular post of mine wa

• Why my kids use napkins, cry over ripped jeans, and do the chores because I said so (shh! don't remind them I served ice cream for breakfast last Saturday)

  I have two separate text documents on my computer filled with attempts at explaining my reaction to Jen's post from yesterday. It's important for me to respond to her even though I've been having some trouble finding all the words. She has spun a stimulating thread here. I have read and reread the i

• A poem on Sunday

  Pardon me while I take the easy way out of my NaBloPoMo responsibilities today. It's just that I'm tired. And everyone in my family is sick. And I tried to write a post, I really did, but I kept looking over to the wall beside my desk, where I have this poem tacked up. It's one of my favorites. And