The New Normal.

Sure thing, Mom. Things are finally starting to settle into a routine around here. This is good news, as Susannah is exactly a month old tomorrow and that’s a rather long time for a hazy, crazy bit of whirliness. It’s also juuust about long enough for Nora’s panic/insanity/full-body-tantrums-every-time-the-doorbell-rings to have run its course. Some might say it’s actually a few days too long, but we try not to judge, overmuch. We’re beginning to discover what the New Normal means- which {Read More}

Let us pray.

Hi! Nora’s a really good little kid. I feel like I haven’t been blogging about her as much as I used to- back in the days of first food, first sounds, first episode of The Office- because she’s always just around. Being cool. Sure, she’s in the stories a ton, but hasn’t gotten a ton of solo press lately. So here’s what’s up with the biggie little in the house: -Anytime I’ve helped one of my kiddos out on the potty, {Read More}

A new year, a new pack o’ Pampers.

Week ten, back to work! Armed with a diaper bag the size (and shape) of Guam, Nora and I set out to see what needs doin’ in the world of two to seven year olds. Apparently, a lot lot. Eggs need scrambling! Hair needs to be braided- evenly- and/or clipped back with appropriate bows (but not too matchy-matchy.) The stegosaurus’ tail needs to be found…on a puzzle piece the width of pencil eraser. Stories need to be performed with the {Read More}