The struggle is real.
The struggle is real.
I took my son Jaz out to run errands with me today. We got groceries, school supplies, and some ice cream, and then I asked if he would help me pick out some cute winter gear for his little brother. Continue reading
Vintage desert cammie baby! I think that particular print has been out of reg for at least a decade.
Ah, the changes motherhood makes on a body! For weeks, my hair has been falling out by the fistful. A common postpartum occurrance, but it’s also made worse by the temporary birth control I’m using for the next few months.
Oh, you didn’t know that hair loss is a known side effect of the depo shot? Oh, yes. It is. You can visit my bedroom and bathroom for evidence, if you want. It’s an alarming thing, lathering your hair in the shower and feeling your hair just slide off your scalp into your hands. I was aware of that side effect as much as one can be as they skim the list of side effects when deciding whether or not to take a medication. Continue reading
This is what you get when your older siblings all have later-in-the-year birthdays: Christmas in July hand-me-downs. Continue reading
We made it to June! And I finally got a “bump photo” with Martin in it.
This week, I’ve had my final medical appointments, and tomorrow is my last day at work. This was the time when I went into labor with my son three weeks before his due date, so we’re all kinda holding our breath, hoping to stick to schedule this time. Continue reading
My sweet girl went to her first formal dance last week. Her middle school organized it as a last special event for the eighth graders before they all head off to high school.
Since we’re putting all three kids into the German school system beginning next year, this may be the only opportunity for Miss C to attend a formal dance. So, we allowed her to invite a friend — a fellow American who lives in our village — as her date. Continue reading
I don’t stand. I just lean a lot. Week 35, and I’m feeling pretty good.
Wait. Scratch that. Continue reading
My sister sent me these pants, insisting they were made from real gossamer fairy wings. I am tempted to wear them in public for the sole purpose of having an airline or sanctimonious mom blogger chastise me for my indecency, but that would require too much energy. Continue reading
On Mondays, we wear red, purple, and denim.
Because we wear pink on Wednesdays. (Ha, ha!)
I got an earlier-than-normal start to my day today, which meant syncing up with my oldest as she got ready for school. It was fun having a sounding board to chat hair, clothes, and make-up!
She’s at the right height and size to start wearing some of my smaller clothes now … obviously the ones that do not fit me at the moment. This happens unintentionally sometimes. Her Dad gets confused because everything looks the same to him now. So, her items end up in my closet, and my items end up in hers ALL THE TIME.
As life speeds up and gets crazier, I’m thankful for these moments with my kiddo.