sunday.

Before kids, Sunday was my favorite day of the week. Brett and I would wake up, eat breakfast, catch a little bit of CBS Sunday Morning, make coffee or run through Starbucks, and get to church  by 8:30. Brett is on staff at church and has some extra responsibilities, but we both participated in worship …

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catch up..

Remember me? It has been such an incredibly long time since I've had time to write that I was considering just dropping it...but I am going to give it another go purely for scrapbooking's sake.   October was a BLUR of marching band and ear infections. The babies turned six months old and Mommy was …

level up.

Last week I leveled up. Monday and Tuesday nights were virtually sleepless. I thought the babies were teething...turns out they actually had ear infections but let's not get ahead of ourselves. Wednesday I took the babies to Michaels for scrapbook supplies, because I document every second of their lives due to neuroticism. About 10 minutes into …

blur.

When I meet parents of older twins, they frequently tell me the same two things. First they tell me to stick to our schedule. They almost always tell me how the schedule was the secret to their twin success. I completely believe them...but this has not been our experience. Maybe we are doing it wrong, …

unimaginable.

Huddle up. Today is hard. I read the news this morning at about 5am when James woke up. My heart sank into my stomach as I flipped through the CNN app. The heart that was already reeling from the violence in Lawrence. Sometimes it seems that my own grief is selfish. Like I shouldn't allow …

closets.

I have decided that roughly 30% of baby motherhood is cleaning out closets. It's almost all I do. Load after load of laundry, gathering up things that don't fit, finding the boxes of things that do fit, figuring out who to pass the outgrown load to (all the while going--"Do I just keep it? Are …

one at a time.

Hey, hi, hello. I have major twin mom guilt today. Friends. James is going through a "mommy" phase. This sweet angel is either in my arms, or mad. I love this time with him. He is perfect and squishy and it makes me feel so special when he wants Mama and no one else will …