Losing friendships.
There’s a part of me that was so delusional about military life. I assumed that old friends would always understand when I had to miss an event or party or dinner date because of our distance and my husband’s busy schedule. I assumed they would know they it wasn’t that I didn’t want to be [...]
“You’re doing good, mama.”
I heard these words as the sweat ran down my back in the Food Lion check out line. I glanced up from under my beaten baseball cap to see the sweet smile of an older woman. She was dressed to kill in a beautifully tailored dress, big gold earrings, and five inch heels. Her soft [...]
Raising little boys in a stifling world.
We arrived at Easter Mass ten minutes late (which means, we were actually ten minutes early, but there was absolutely no seating). After having driven three hours to spend Easter with my Nana AFTER been puked on a mere eight hours prior by a meat ball-filled Arlo, I wasn’t expecting much from the boys. I [...]
The in between.
Mothering is hard. Between the fights and the scuffles over Matchbox cars. Between the double time outs, the scrapped knees, the hurt feelings and bad dreams. Between the potty training and endless loads of laundry. In the midst of midnight fevers and hours quietly rocking a crying baby. The tantrums, the peanut butter smeared walls, [...]
Sully’s First Dentist Visit: Or why Dentists turn Me into a liar.
As we pulled up to the dentist office this morning, I could feel my heart racing. My palms were sweating, and my breath grew rapid. “Mommy, is the dentist going to put a hole in my leg?” (Sully’s code word for “a shot”) “Oh, no baby. No shots. It won’t hurt at all.” Not even [...]
When Blogging Goes Astray.
This blog used to be my safe haven. It was my therapy at the end of a long day or during a long nap time. It was a place I could go and vent or share good news. A place where other mamas could relate to me, and I could feel not so alone while [...]
Packing up the baby clothes.
It’s no surprise I still ache for one more baby. I talk about it to most anyone who will listen. I bug my husband at least once a week. Every time I see a newborn, I feel that old familiar heart string tug that makes me wish I had a small bundle to bring home. [...]
Pretty, little somethings.
On Christmas morning, my Nana tearfully gave me a white gold bracelet. She told a story of my Papa carefully picking the bracelet from a case several Christmases ago and gifting it to her. He had spend hours with my mother, walking the floor of the jewelry store, looking for the “right one.” Ever the [...]
These quiet Tuesdays.
Every Tuesday and Thursday, I rise a bit earlier, slap on a little make up and a semi-decent outfit, and wake sleepy babies up from their night’s rest. I give Sully a couple options of outfits to wear, and rush to brush teeth, brush hair, and get food into tiny bellies. I bundle babies up [...]
On the women haters.
In college, finding girlfriends was an easy task. I was surrounded by strong, beautiful, funny women who were searching, just like me, for their place in life. We were all so different, and yet, the commonality of being a young girl in a big world and feeling all alone drew us in close and helped [...]
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"I'm a twenty-five-year old mama to two little boys and married to the love of my life. I have a serious Diet Coke addiction and a tendency to overshare. My biggest dream is to write a book. A good book that tons of people buy and relate to and love. In the mean time, this is the story of us as we flounder through raising our wild, little boys, moving a million times, and buying and renovating our 1968 Ranch home."
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