Sunday, December 12, 2010


If you are reading this, you are a loyal, kind, sweet friend. And I'd like to thank you by sending you a Christmas card.

Just to say thanks for sticking with me.

However, chances are good that I don't have your address. So will you please email me with it? That is if you want a Christmas card. No pressure of course.

Send addresses to:

Thank you kindly.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Does this room smell like poop?

It may be worthy of the title "Cruel and Unusual Punishment" to have two babies suddenly crawling at the same time as a certain two year old boy doesn't want to wear a diaper pants of any kind.

All day long, I glance over to see Vanny lying on the floor in just a shirt. I wander the house to find where he left his trousers just to make sure I don't have to search for anything else. Many times I have found him in his crib, after his "nap" (advice on getting him to take a nap without quotation marks welcome!) pants-less, jumping up and down saying, "I just wake up!" (Both of us knowing full well, he never slept... but that's another post.)

The other day (after just such an encounter and some quality time on the potty chair) I kept walking into his room thinking, "I can't tell if this room smells funny." (Why I'm confessing this openly like this, I don't know) But I actually had the thought, "Maybe I should invite one of my friends over and ask them, 'Does this room smell like poop?'"

I didn't. And it doesn't. But man, sometimes I scare myself.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

I'm grateful for my life

Please don't dismiss this post as one of those syrupy meaningless "Seriously, so blessed" type of gratitude posts.

I'll be honest. My life has kicked me in the shins a few times over the last couple of weeks. More than once I have had to put my head in my hands and make a conscious decision to just keep moving. I am in over my head much of the time these days and often find myself wishing I could be more___________. You can fill in the blank with just about anything and it has probably run through my head. Twice.

But, all that aside, I am grateful for a life of comfort and safety and warmth and baby drool and potty training. And one day, when all of the challenges of this part of my life have given way to the challenges of the next part of my life, I'm sure I will miss it. A lot.

There is nothing like having small children around you to make you realize how quickly time is passing. There are many things I would like to teach my children and among them is something I'm still trying to learn myself. That is to drink in the moments for what they are. Hard, good, painful, joyful. Each one has a lifetime inside of it.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

One Guess

You could have guessed GK. But you would be right to guess Josie Pie. Or as Van calls her "my Josie". (As in his Josie. Not my Josie. He'll make sure you get that distinction. Not in bratty way, just to make sure you've got the right idea.)
This is just moments after the girls were born. Josie put her little hand over Delia's. Maybe she sensed what we didn't know yet.
From the minute my Josie was born, amid turbulence and adjustment, she's been an anchor in our family. She has her fussy moments (often), but she has the most loyal heart and the most willing, generous smile. Watching people play and laugh and smile makes her light up. Even if she's watching from a distance. She's a tender little thing.
And I'm grateful for her.