Thinking Spring? Think Rockets of Awesome.

Rockets of Awesome= Spring play clothes! (Important stuff: I’m a Rockets of Awesome affiliate, and as such, I get a couple of pennies when you click through and buy clothing and wear them around town. Okay, I don’t get paid for when you wear the darned things, but I wanted to make sure we’re all cool with this. We are, right? Thanks!) Apparently, my kids are thinking Spring. How else to explain the abundance of rainbows in our wardrobe, courtesy {Read More}

Six.

Oh, my dearest boy. Today you are six. Today you are home sick. (Today you are home and really sick. So we’ll keep this one short-ish, yeah? Yeah.) Last night before bed you informed me that you were going to wake up in the morning and, first thing, look in the mirror. Because you knew what to look for. A certain “six” mentality, maybe, or another inch of Big Kid growth. Your Dad read you a book and, upon its {Read More}

Rockets of Awesome & their $10 Black Friday sale!

Important to note- this post contains affiliate links! If you click through, I might make a few pennies here and there. Are you cool with that? You’re cool with that, right? *** Oh gosh, these clothes. I love the fantastically playful, incredibly livable Rockets of Awesome brand– and for Black Friday they launched an unprecedented $10 KIDDO CLOTHING SALE for this weekend only! Where to begin? Okay, we’ll begin with Suzy. Out of this season’s collection, she chose glittery. She {Read More}

Ten things to know on your tenth birthday, Nora.

Dear Nora Jane, I know I usually wax poetic on your birthdays, telling you how much being your Mom has changed me (because it has), and how incredibly wonderful you continue to be (because you do), but today feels a little different. Today you’re ten. Yes, years old. Which means that the wildest adventure I ever began started ten years ago today, which also means that- somehow- you’re no longer the tiny pinched-face potato tied to my chest, and I’m {Read More}

On missing things.

Oh- hey there, friend. Did you miss me? I’ve definitely been missing this space. Which is a good, good thing. For a while there, I wasn’t missing it. It felt like yet another deadline, yet another thing I hadn’t done in any sort of timely manner, and yet another thing causing the ball of stress in my belly to poke me in the brain at 4am. (Isn’t that how your anatomy works?) So I spent the summer reading books. Good {Read More}

21 things my daughters need to see me do (often)

21 things my daughters need to see me do (often): My daughters need to see me apologize when I’ve truly, honestly messed up. To my husband, to my friends and, yep, to my kids. They also need to see me: Hold out- and push for- a real apology when someone else has really, truly messed up. (And thoroughly eradicate “no worries” from my vocabulary as an automatic argument-ender when there should legit be some “worries.”) (Stop saying/posting/pre-empting potentially upsetting/important conversations {Read More}

#ThisIsNine (Or, a “new glasses” story)

I don’t write about Nora as much as I used to anymore. A huge part of embracing that whole #ThisIsNine hashtag comes part n’ parcel of what “nine” actually means. Nine is fierce loyalty, intense emotions, and a both-hands-gripped nostalgia for toys we both kinda/sorta know are on their [slow] way out. #ThisIsNine… …Is also tentative requests for more privacy, more autonomy, and more respect. I miss writing about Nora as much as I used to. Since the day she {Read More}

A story for Bean.

So, I need to tell you about my little buddy Bean. Even if you’re not a “cat person.” Especially if you’re not a “cat person.” I met Bean in 2004, back when I wasn’t much of a cat person, either. (I didn’t have anything against them- I just happened to be 24 years of age and was doing fairly well being a Keely Person, to tell the truth.) But my boyfriend at the time had grown up with cats, and {Read More}