I am someone who is just a tad obsessed with Christmas. So much so, that I start playing Christmas music MONTHS in advance, not because I want to overlook the other holidays in between, but because Christmas music has a way of singing to my soul and helping me remember why I am here. Not…
The other night, I had an idea to do a few fall crafts with Mazy in the morning. I pinned the ideas on Pinterest and made sure I had the right items to make them. I couldn’t wait to show her when she woke up, what I had come up with. There was this beautiful…
Written last week: This post, I write while I am sitting beside my hospital bed, waiting to hear if I will be discharged or not. As I gaze out the window and realize that I soon will be stepping into “the world” again, I can’t help but reflect on my life. Such a heavy thought…
When Mazy was a baby, I had this high expectation of myself to raise this well-behaved, sleep through the night, eat everything under the sun, compliant baby. I mean who doesn’t go into having their first kid, thinking that in some shape or form? It doesn’t matter how many children you have, we all set…
It was a day that I had to eat my own words. And let’s be honest, it happens. A LOT. Parenting sure has a way of doing that to ya, doesn’t it? I am often wrong and Mazy often proves that. I am often teaching myself the very lessons I am trying to teach her….
I know, you’re probably wondering what in the WORLD am I talking about? Let me explain. So Mazy loves Flarp. If you’ve never heard of it, it is one of the strangest man-made creations you’ll ever encounter, but also get much laughter out of. I mean, who doesn’t giggle when some extra air exits the…
