The “last time” is just around the corner

My Kiddos

I lay in bed with my newly eight year old, scratching his back and talking about our day. As exhaustion took over, he asked for my pinky, which he holds every night for just a few minutes while I sing Silent Night. It’s a silly little thing that brings him comfort and allows me a… [Read More]

The years really are short.

Aidan on the farm

It’s true what they say. The years really are short. I came across a photo in my Timehop app yesterday that made me stop and pause. I clearly know that my son turns seven next month, but seeing this photo caused my throat to tighten just a bit. How is he almost seven? How is… [Read More]

I don’t have babies anymore

My Big Kids

I lay quietly next to you, watching your chest rise and fall as you slept. Every few minutes, you’d sigh and a little whistle would escape your nose. Weren’t you just a baby? Weren’t you just toddling down the hallway waiting for someone to praise you? Weren’t we just getting rid of the pacifier and… [Read More]

He’s still my little boy

I’ve been a little cranky with Mr. A lately. He’s having some “development” issues, ie. behavior problems. I think he’s having a growth spurt as he’s eating ALL. THE. TIME. I’m hoping that’s the cause of his blatent lack of caring when I ask him to do something. But that’s not the point of this post…. [Read More]

There’s just something about a newborn baby

Oh that sweet little baby smell.  Those light little sighs. Gassy grins. I just can’t even. Coleen had her baby boy last week, and today the kids and I went over to meet him. My ovaries are singing LOUDLY. I mean, we’re done. It’s all but official, but oh I can’t help thinking “what if”…. [Read More]

Did you know a chair can be symbolic?

It’s starting. I know it seems so minor, but to me, it’s huge, epic even. Bug no longer wants to use his “youth” chair. The high chairs we use for our kids grow with them. Bug first sat in his at 6 months old and up until last week, he sat in it every day… [Read More]

Don’t Grow Up Too Fast Baby

Kid in a maze

My darling Wonderbug, I see you watching those big kids. Your eyes are glued to them at the park, the mall, at school. You so desperately want to play with them. To Run. To Jump. To Climb. To Play Baseball. To do EVERYTHING that they are doing. A huge smile erupts across my face as… [Read More]