This post is sponsored by Artifact Uprising in celebration of their brand new The Stories We Tell Scrapbook Album. For someone who doesn’t like a lot of clutter but who does have a soft…
I know it’s the season to talk about gifts and buying them, and I’ve got plenty of thoughts on the subject forthcoming, but as I’m roundly (heh) in the need-to-pee-with-great-urgency-every-hour and wow-that-was-quite-a-sensation stage of…
The nights are coming too quickly. My kids’ internal clocks are set to crave dinner as soon as the sun sets and earlier this week we found ourselves with a kid incensed that we…
Tomorrow I enter my twentieth week of pregnancy. When I lie in bed at night I feel the small pulses and movements of tiny limbs. My children absent-mindedly caress my growing belly. It’s a…
We’ve entered the age of the frenzied morning. We had a whole year of school mornings and tumbling out the door together under our belt when this school year started, but we’ve also got…
Last Friday night, our beloved next door neighbors accidentally locked themselves out of their apartment on their way to dinner and so they knocked on our door at bedtime to get the spare key…
Promise I’ll be back, soon. If you’d like, follow @readtealeaves for glimpses of our time away.…
At the end of August we’re packing up a borrowed car and heading up to Maine for a few nights of camping—Grammy, Grandpa, cousins, aunties, and uncles included. We’ll be a motley crew, but…
I’m not much of a planner. It’s not that I’m reckless or even terribly spontaneous, but if I try to peer too far into the future, I can start to feel anxious. Better to…
I don’t have a fail-safe method or a prescription for a seamless and easy transition away from nursing and toward sleeping peacefully until 7:30 am, disturbing neither parents or neighbors. (Hint: No one does.)…