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Memoirs of a Mama: My heart hurts
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160;05 November 2011. The evening of Tuesday, October 25th, 2011 will be burned into my memory for years to come, I am sure. I was sitting on the floor of Autumn's room, folding her clothes, when Steve walked in. With an outstretched arm he handed me his cell phone and said, "Here, you need to talk to your sister.". Don't grieve for me for now I'm free,. I'm following the path God laid for me. I took his hand when I heard him call;. I turned my back and left it all. I could not stay another day,. To laug...
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Memoirs of a Mama: "Rock-a-bye"
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160;03 August 2015. It wasn't long before we started to notice that if Nate was fussy or upset or not feeling well all you had to do was sing "Rock-a-bye-Baby" to him and like magic all was well again. I have seen full blown melt downs come to a screeching halt at the first few bars of that song. Until he stopped asking. He was too big to be rocked and too big to be sung too. Just another indication that this is a little boy I am dealing with - not a baby. So I let it go and I stopped asking.
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Memoirs of a Mama: Class of 2015
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160;30 July 2015. On Tuesday, May 19, 2015 Autumn officially graduated from VPK. She and the rest of her classmates, adorned in their dark green caps and gowns, walked across the stage, shook hands with their teacher and received their diplomas. It was a very proud moment for my little girl. It was a proud moment for Mama too and just as I thought I was about to see all that pride seep out of my eyes and make my mascara run down my cheeks, I heard them say what Autumn wanted to be when she grows up.
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Memoirs of a Mama: October 2014
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160;06 October 2014. This weekend was a doors and windows open kind of weekend. It was pumpkins and sunflowers and hay rides. Friends sitting around a bon fire, marshmallows roasting and smore's being made. This weekend was everything that I love wrapped up into two days that were entirely too short. During a conversation with the sweet owners of my new favorite pumpkin patch a little discovery was made. The weekend following Thanksgiving the pumpkin patch turns into a Christmas tree farm. Cuttin...A hre...
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We worry (part 2: the 'still not talking' edition) | Raising HumansRaising Humans
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We worry (part 2: the ‘still not talking’ edition). July 9, 2014. He nods vigorously and rubs his hand along his belly, the not quite ASL sign for ‘yummy’ that he and his sister designed. Milky, creamy chocolate drips down his chin as his tongue escapes his mouth again, aiming for the ice cream cone I’m holding in my hands. And then, pain for us. From that mouth of his comes the shrillest screams, the loudest yells, and the most frustrating whines. But not a single word. But he isn’t talking. We’ve...
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Real HouseWife Of NOVA: Martha, May I? My Open Letter to Martha Stewart
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Real HouseWife Of NOVA. Friday, October 18, 2013. Martha, May I? My Open Letter to Martha Stewart. Over a DIY project. How could you after you built your empire on cooking, crafting and creating. Isn't that what bloggers are doing? Aren't we a community of people trying to lift each others spirits, build each others brands, and re pin one recipe or idea after another? Now a days for a craft when we've got pinterest and amazing blogs at our fingertips? And these recipes that are usually not good? Ive been...
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Memoirs of a Mama: This Ain't No Joke
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This Ain't No Joke. 160;11 April 2013. This parenting stuff is hard. H.A.R.D. Not like trigonometry test hard, like mentally, physically, spiritually hard. I am put to the test everyday and almost always feel like I have fallen short. Heck, we would be lucky to get a date night out for dinner and a movie. And I was right, for the most part all of those things are true and I was prepared for them. It is everything else that I was unprepared for, all the things that matter. Is she watching too much TV?
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Memoirs of a Mama: December 2014
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160;31 December 2014. It's New Years Eve. I am sitting in my favorite corner of the couch. Steve is across from me on the love seat and there is a plate of snacks on a table between us. The house is quiet, both kids are fast asleep, despite Autumn's best efforts to stay awake long enough to ring in the New Year - and get a sip of sparkling grape juice. I'll save the juice for tomorrow. It's been a good year. Nate got his first haircut and took his first trip to the beach. I got a tattoo. Steve an...There...
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Memoirs of a Mama: February 2015
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I blinked and now she's five. 160;13 February 2015. At least that's how it feels. Five years ago this little girl came twirling into our lives. At first she was my newborn, my baby doll that I could dress up. I had NO IDEA what I was doing, but she didn't seem to mind. She would smile and coo and pose for the camera like a pro. Then she was my baby. She gained some weight and seemed less "breakable" and I gained some confidence and didn't feel like I was going to break her. I cried all the way to work...
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Unrelated questions | Raising HumansRaising Humans
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July 16, 2014. Can I ask an unrelated question? She doesn’t sound sure. Her hand is on the doorknob and I’m sure she wants to make a quick exit, order that strep test she recommended for my fever-riden boy and move onto her next appointment for which, I know, she is already quite late. I have no doubt this is why doctors don’t stay on schedule. Unrelated questions. He is 20 months old,. I remind her,. And he’s not talking. Yeah, he doesn’t. I called early intervention this morning. Because now, I’m...
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