So Many Options for Baby Shoes

I've been going through a lot of old items in anticipation of a yard sale come spring time. Things that I should have parted with before we made a cross-country move, but that I simply couldn't let go. One of my main weaknesses seems to have been baby shoes.

What is it about baby shoes? Maybe it's their size or cute little designs that we could never get away with in our own adult footwear. Or maybe it's the memory of the little feet that once wore those shoes. For me, it's obviously the latter.

When my children were learning how to walk, Robeez were the shoe of choice. They were always adorable, and their simple style allowed the little feet to learn to walk with full protection and mild support (which is actually quite important for new walkers).

I was so happy to see that Robeez are still on this list from Shoe Reviewed* for 10 Best Shoes for Babies Learning to Walk. Of course, there are a lot more options for baby shoes now than even five years ago when my kids…

Grace and God Winks

Life these days moves pretty quickly. For those who aren't looking for Him, it might seem like God isn't around anymore. It's hard to see Him in the troubles that this life brings. But He remains. He is always listening, and He is always interjecting in our lives in ways that sometimes we understand and sometimes we don't. But He is there. Seek Him. 
A "God-wink" is an instance in which God had his loving hand in a moment that is so obvious that it takes our breath away. That's my definition, anyways. If you're paying close attention, you will notice these God-winks in your life. Here's one of mine. 
The day that I found out that I was pregnant with my third child was not a good day. We had been traveling in Michigan for an entire week and on top of trying to divide our time amongst both sides of the family, and traveling with two toddlers who didn't like sleeping away from home, I was having these very strange hot flashes and moments of dizzine…

Embracing the Season

There was a time in my life when I looked at Pinterest for hours, looking for examples of the perfect home. The perfect kitchen. The perfect pristine dining room. The perfect living room. 
There are a lot of perfect things on Pinterest, but most of those pictures are missing something critical. 
I am not the first, and I certainly won't be the last to proclaim that Pinterest is not real life. It's just not. 
This season I'm going through. It's just that, a season. And seasons eventually change. My children are ages 5, 3, and 1. And I know that with a couple blinks I will be sitting here saying that they are 15, 13, and 11. I really don't want to think about that. 
All that's left to do is embrace the season, and love it for what it is. 
My husband mentioned that when our kids grow up and watch our old home videos, that they will most likely be like, "Wow... the house was REALLY messy back then." Well kids, it's not because we don't know how t…

Cats on a Plane

My darling cat Genevieve has been gone for two months now. I miss her, but I think it's safe to say that I have fully grieved and can now remember her as the amazingly awesome cat that she was.

Seriously, you have no idea how much I loved this cat. Which is why I have to share this story with you. A segment I like to call

Cats on a Plane.

Before I go any further though, let me just say that something happens to young people. Usually the 25 and under crowd. It's what makes you say "God bless her" or "kids these days" and it is called making questionable decisions.

Ken is part of this story, but we were still early on enough in our relationship for him to fear telling me "no"... so I will take full responsibility for Cats on a Plane.

Living in New York City was the most exciting time of my life. The only family Ken and I had there in our tiny living quarters were two kittens that we had adopted from North Shore Animal League: Genevieve and Nessie.


He Built Me a Table

When my husband and I were in our "early years," we had no shortage of romance in our relationship. We were living in New York City, and we literally had nothing. But yet, we had everything.

The entire world was new to us, and we were so in love. NYC can be an extraordinarily romantic place. Exploring its treasures was exciting, and when we did spend our money, we went big. A helicopter ride over the city. A day long excursion touring the wineries of Long Island. Dinner and a Broadway show. It was all so romantic.
And yet, that is not what romance is. 
In the last six years, I have moved across county. I have bought a house, sold a house, and bought another house. I have grown three children from scratch and birthed them. I have lost a grandfather and my cat. And yet, somehow my life has still been full of romance. 
No, my husband is not constantly wining and dining me, bringing me flowers and chocolates and writing me little love notes. Sometimes, he does, but I have learne…

Cinnamon Toast Crunch vs Organic Graham Crunch

We usually don't let our kids pick out cereal. Period.

Usually, our cereal purchasing follows two criteria.

It's available in the Costco cereal aisle. It's something either Cheerios or Kashi branded.  So this Saturday during our weekly trip to the store, it was a big deal that my husband said the kids could pick their cereal. They pointed to the shelf, and my husband picked up the Organic Graham Crunch by Cascadian Farm
Big mistake! Within 1.3 seconds there were real, physical salty wet tears streaming down my children's faces. 
Their little fingers were pointing towards the tried and true Cinnamon Toast Crunch
At least point I'm pretty sure we had already reached our limit of two meltdowns per Costco  trip. We've learned to choose our battles. 
Let's get them both! We will see which one we like the best. 
And that is how, while my husband was sick and we had no plans this weekend, we decided to have a blind taste test between…

The Trouble with Spoiled Babies

I'm about to be in big trouble, y'all.

Today is Harper's 316th day on this planet, and I am still rocking her to sleep every day and night. Every. Single. Time.

It can't be anyone else either. It has to be me. It has to be mama. Because she needs me. Because no one else can possibly know how to do it right.

Soon after Harper was born, a friend told me that in France babies sleep so much better, and are overall better babies and perfect little darlings because their parents start making them cry it out in the night at 4 months old.

What?! French people sound evil. 4 months old just seemed entirely too soon to me. I never started to make my babies tough it out until they were at least 7 months old. And apparently this time around I let that 7 month mark fly by. I'll stick it to those French folks. Show them how compassionate this little Virginian is.

But seriously. I keep rocking her, because she could be our last baby. She could be the last one who needs me like thi…