A Simple Things Weekend

With three sleepless months behind us and a long underway before us, this weekend was a welcome reprieve. No thrilling adventures; just the flawless simplicity of a weekend full of old friends, familiar places, sunshine, wine, and laughter.

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From One Baby to Two

Having a baby is the hardest thing in the world. It really is. Until: There are two babies. Suddenly, you will look back at the days when there was only one baby and you will invariably ask yourself: “What did I do all the time? How did I think that was hard?” It was! It was hard! You weren’t wrong. But add another baby and suddenly one baby becomes the equivalent of an island vacation in the now-kodaked version of your motherhood memories.

Nearly three months in, it still blows my mind that we have brought two little humans into the world. It is a continual wonder to me. I can now say: “I am a Mother of Boys.” Sometimes I find myself saying this the way that I used to say other things with a similar pleasure like, “My fiancé”  when I first got engaged, or “We’re newly-weds” afterwards. Mother of boys. Plural! Anyway, my new job title comes with a new uniform as well:

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Mud or Stars

Two wonderful things happened in the past month: my little man turned one and we (finally, finally) hit the half way point in Jake’s deployment, which just about sums up my entire world right now. Little man and deployment; deployment and little man. Both: constant, relentlessly demanding, impossibly challenging, full of surprises. I expected hard. I expected unique challenges with Kai when he suddenly discovered ‘Dada’ wasn’t around anymore. I did not, however, expect that daily life with Jake deployed would quickly turn into a full-blown game of survival of the fittest between Kai and I (hint: He’s ‘winning’).

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Highest Highs, Lowest Lows

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Today is Kai’s half-birthday, which, of course, forced me into the realization that the last time I actually wrote was Kai’s due date. If it weren’t for the perfect flood of baby photos I have harassed my Instagram followers with, it would not be an unlikely theory (based on my lack of blogging) to assume I never made it out of the hospital alive. Needless to say, the last six months have been an absolute blur in which the thought of writing occurred so many times, only to fade away instantaneously in the wake of baby’s endless needs, a coast to coast to move, and Jake’s first underway period.

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