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pudding power

pudding power

Hey-o, friends. Just checking in to share a helpful pudding public service announcement. Just in case you ever wondered what happens when you give in to a one-year-old’s demands to hold his own spoon and eat his pudding himself. First, there is wide-eyed innocence. This is the face of a child who cannot fathom how … Continue reading

our morning walk

our morning walk

Financial anxieties aside, working part-time has been life-changing for me. Granted, part of the dramatic change was leaving my awful full-time job. But even more than that, the extra time with my boy has been transformative. I am a happier, lighter, sunnier version of myself. The anxiety and fear that has been my near-constant companion … Continue reading

the best year of my life

the best year of my life

I was not one of those people who always assumed they would have kids. I mean, when I was younger, I loved my big family and figured I would have a big family, too. But then I went to college and I fell in love with learning. And I chased that dream for more than … Continue reading

between raindrops

between raindrops

Today was mostly rainy and grey, but we headed out to the local garden center’s spring open house. Last summer, we stumbled upon the most amazing garden center just a few miles from our house. Although finding Ted Lare was a happy accident, it quickly became our favorite place for plants, rocks, fun garden art, … Continue reading

march 13: color

march 13: color

Bubba spent a ton of time outside this weekend, and all of those sunshine naps gave him just a little bit of color on his cheeks. I also got some color, bringing out my summer freckles. I hope he has freckles. Too soon to tell.

march 11: happy place

march 11: happy place

Grandpa’s number one happy place is a cabin in the Rocky Mountains, listening to the elk bugle and the river rush by. But judging by the look on his face, sharing Sunday morning breakfast with Bubba runs a close second.

march 9 & 10: make/floral

march 9 & 10: make/floral

Sorry for the tardiness of this post. Bubba and I spent a lovely, leisurely weekend in Nebraska visiting Grandpa and Grandma and the combination of the time change and the total disregard for routine has made for an interesting 48 hours. But today was back to work and real life ((sigh)). I can’t quite decide … Continue reading

march 8: young

march 8: young

Moo and Tater absolutely adore Bubba. Moo always asks to hold him and will sit and share her toys with him and hug and kiss him for hours. Tater is fascinated by him and follows him around, pointing and yelling “BAYBEEEEE!!!! BAYBEEE!!!!” She is not a fan of sharing her toys (especially the bunnies she … Continue reading

march 7: sweet

march 7: sweet

Is there anything sweeter than a sleeping baby? I love his pursed lips and the chub of his cheeks. And in case you were wondering, here’s the wider shot: I’m the mean ol’ mama who makes him nap in his crib. Mr. Phish is the cool dad who lets him nap on the sofa while … Continue reading

march 6: remedy

march 6: remedy

Bubba is a drooling machine. He has six teeth, all of which arrived within a week’s time late November. But the amount of drool that comes out of that mouth leads me to stick my fingers in there checking every other day for new teeth. He’s like a St. Bernard. With smaller, much more ticklish … Continue reading