The Happy Camper Bloombox is a favorite at our house. When given the freedom to pick a Bloombox off the shelf, this is the one they scramble for. There is something about those sweet turtles, the bag of trail mix, and that adorable fire set that gets their imagination moving...and I LOVE every minute of … Continue reading Happy Camper
Yesterday I stood in the midst of my disaster and wondered how I got here. This wasn't what I planned. This isn't what I imagined. What did I plan? What did I imagine? I imagined my life would be clean, crisp, white walls, white curtains, white trim. I imagined my kitchen would be bigger. My … Continue reading My Life as a Donkey
We got a package in the mail this week. Or as Hank calls it, "a pasket." It was a small bag of candy from the accountant I work with. A treat! Just for me. Why was it just for me? Because it was cinnamon bears...and I knew they wouldn't love them. (yay me!) Naturally, they … Continue reading Tricked by a Treat
Hank and Gus have been really into camping. Like really really into it. And I love it. What is better than hunting frogs, catching fish, and roasting s'mores? I sure cannot think of anything. And because I let them pick all of the themes for Bloomboxes - naturally there is a camping Bloombox. If you … Continue reading Happy Camper
WHY WON'T HE EAT? The age old question. If you have a picky eater, you have asked this question a million times. I know, I have heard you do it. And every time you give me that look. You want me to say it - validate how you feel - you want me to say … Continue reading WHY WON’T HE EAT?!
Dear Hank and Gus, Six years ago this week I married your dad. I knew he was the right guy to marry. We started dating shortly after I was diagnosed with melanoma. He didn't laugh when I made awkward jokes about my scar. He took me shopping for a roller derby helmet when I joined … Continue reading Postpartum Depression: A letter to my children
Hank started soccer this week. We are hopeful that starting early will give him a head start on his professional career. We have high hopes of scholarships and World Cups. Or we are just hoping this exhausts him and one night a week we do not have to battle for a full hour to get … Continue reading My Son: The Professional Athlete
Baby food. So exciting! The response of a babe trying their first bite of mush is fantastic. It is hilarious and monumental all in the same messy spoonful. I love watching it happen. I am so lucky to see so many little people take their first bite of delight. It is definitely one of the … Continue reading Baby Food: Also, Not Instead
Saturday afternoon Hank and Gus put on their plaid shirts and cowboy boots and saddled up for their first rodeo. Not literally. They did go to their first rodeo, they just didn't actually participate in it. You already knew that, I was just making sure. If you live in the area and have not yet … Continue reading Howdy Partner
This past week Hank and Gus ran in their first track meet. Hank wanted to wear a tank top, because that is what runners wear. That was the extent of our preparation for this momentous event. Hank had big expectations. Gus had none…because Gus rarely does. Hank went on and on all day. He was … Continue reading The Fifty Meter Dash
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