Writing the Train

little-engine-that-couldI’m a bit late to the party, but I recently read Mindy Kaling’s book Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns).  I bought it on a whim, as my Girls’ Weekend was approaching.  While I enjoy funny books, I tend to gravitate toward heavier, non-fiction reads.  Case in point:  Men We ReapedThe best book I’ve read this year.  But I digress. There's more…

From My Mom on Mother’s Day

happy-mothers-dayThe most significant Mother’s Day for me was 21 years ago when my mom wrote ME a card.  I remember feeling guilty that she had taken time to honor me on a day that was supposed to be all about her.  Now that I’m a mother, I understand the joy in celebrating my own children on Mother’s Day and how privileged and blessed I am to be their mom. There's more…

Girls’ Weekend Countdown

Girls WeekendThe countdown to Girls’ Weekend 2014 has officially begun!  It’s an annual pilgrimage to a land of plenty, only to be rivaled by the great wildebeest herds of Africa.  In less than 48 hours, I will be aboard a plane to Phoenix.  Is it selfish that I’m choosing to spend Mother’s Day Weekend away from my children?  For sure.  But it is good for the mind and good for the soul.  (And truth be told, it was the only weekend that coordinated with everyone’s schedules).  I look forward to returning with fully charged batteries, a sun-kissed nose, and memories to keep me afloat until the next weekend away.  What a great Mother’s Day gift after all…beats a pendant from the Open Heart Collection. There's more…

My Life in Facebook Posts

FacebookI am once again participating in Mama Kat’s (Pretty Much World Famous) Writer’s Workshop.  She’s a funny gal and I’m particularly fond of her most recent vlog post on the Vanilla Vodka ChaiCheck her out.

Over the past six years, I have documented my life on Facebook. Mostly the comical parts – because good or bad, that’s what I want to remember. Motherhood makes me HaPpY (and tired).  My boys make me HaPpY (and tired).  And looking back at Facebook posts over the past five years makes me HaPpY (and tired).  Here are some of the highlights – though some may consider them lowlights – of my wonderfully fun and poop-filled life. There's more…

I’ve Got Crabs

I will preface this blog entry with the following disclaimer: This post may not be popular among all of my loyal readers (or Mama Kat’s) because some people love their pets as much as their children.  I get that. Different strokes, different folks.

But I am not an animal person.

wb051295I believe this stems back to my time as a young adult when I took a child I was babysitting to a petting zoo.  We were walking around gently caressing the animals when all of the sudden I felt two strong taps on my shoulders.  I turned around expecting to find a zookeeper.  But to my dismay, I was being mounted by a billy goat.  I kid you not.  MOUNTED BY A BILLY GOAT.  It goes down as my scariest animal encounter to date.  Next to being chased on foot by a Pit Bull, narrowly escaping attack by jumping atop a Toyota Prius.  For reals.  But that’s another story.  Regardless, I’m scarred. There's more…

It’s What’s for Dinner

Allowing the twins to play in the spice rack during dinner prep took at bad turn with Cream of Tarter

The spice rack served as the twins’ entertainment during dinner prep. Until the Cream of Tarter Explosion.

I vividly remember when my kids were younger and 4pm to 6pm was the most stressful time of the day.  I was often in the kitchen trying to get dinner prepared and one (or both) of the twins was hanging on my leg – wanting to be held or insisting to help.  Abe was in the family room pulling cushions off the couch to build a fort or launch pad (admittedly, not much has changed there).  I was already tired from a full day with the kids.  And the dinner hour was just another chore to get checked off the list.  It’s hard to believe such an incredibly stressful time early on has turned into one of my favorite times of the day.  It didn’t happen overnight.  It was definitely a gradual change – a slow, organic process. There's more…

No Holding Back

Baby Dirties

Baby Dirties

“Mom, will you hold me while I cuddle on your lap?” asked my seven-year-old.  Sure he was burning with fever and had spent the day on the toilet.  But no words could have melted my heart more than his at that very moment.  I was in the midst of unloading the dishwasher, a never-ending task with three boys.  But I stopped.  We sat in our dirty yellow chair and I cradled him like a baby for fifteen precious, uninterrupted minutes.  As I watched him, I remembered a dear friend with a grown daughter telling me that even now, she watches her daughter in amazement, unable to believe she created someone so beautiful and so perfect. There's more…

Sunny Side Up

Sunny Side Up

Poolside. Prime Time Swimming Hours. Only a few folks braved the clouds and cool temperatures.

Dave and I are in Hawaii this week pre-celebrating our ten year anniversary. You know, beautifully warm and sunny Hawaii? “Pre” scheduled as a great escape from the Portland winter rain. But when our plane landed in Kona yesterday, it was raining buckets. Sideways. According to the forecast, it was supposed to clear up today by noon. But as I sit poolside in my cargo pants and sweater, I’m quite certain the sun is not going to shine today. Maybe tomorrow. Definitely by the time we leave on Friday*. There's more…

A Jump Start

Jump StartJump Start:  1. To start (an engine or vehicle) by temporary connection to an external power source (as another’s vehicle).  2. a) to start or restart rapidly or forcefully; b) to impart fresh or renewed energy to.

Facebook Post, September 17, 2010: “I am having a ‘shaved one arm pit in the shower but forgot to shave the other’ kind of day.'”

It was just another Manic Monday.  The alarm went off and I chose to stay in bed 15 more minutes.  When I came downstairs, dirty dishes and mountains of laundry were calling my name.  Ben was already on the counter top, hovered over the coffee pot waiting to help.  Abe was requesting that I make (my healthier version of) Nutella.  Gus was yelling he had to poop and did NOT want me to put his waffle in the toaster.  Yawn.  Coffee.  Start. There's more…