I'm a week late in writing this, but he was a week and a half late in getting here, and if I've learned anything in this process, it's that time works differently now. My sweet little boy is one year old! The last year has been the quickest and slowest year of my life. Some… Continue reading Motherhood: Year One
We read Jonah's prayer this week in my Friday morning women's small group: "Then Jonah prayed unto Jehovah his God out of the fish's belly. And he said, ' I called by reason of mine affliction unto Jehovah, And he answered me; Out of the belly of Sheol cried I, And thou heardest my voice.For… Continue reading In the belly of a fish.
I was asked to share My Happy Place by one of my favorite mommy bloggers Three Boys And a Mom (check out her blog if you haven't!), and the timing couldn't be more perfect. It's funny. Sort of.... We just got back from my Mama's house. We went for Thanksgiving. A long weekend. I snapped… Continue reading My Happy Place
This was from a few weekends ago at Garden of the Gods. My husband snapped it from his phone and just showed me this week. It was the last really nice day before the cold and snow set in. It was a day that we woke up together as a family. It was a day… Continue reading Joyful, Joyful
Up late and nursing my son to sleep, I saw this Huff Post Parents article show up on my facebook feed. 101 Things I Will Teach My Daughter. The subheading was, "7. Even if he bought you dinner, you owe him nothing." And something stirred within me. True, it was late. True, I have only… Continue reading A Few Things I Would Teach My Daughter.
Anywhere love can be found is where God is. All we have to do is look.
We spent part of the weekend by the water. We, or I at least, spent the weekend reflecting. When I was pregnant, I kept having a dream I would give birth to a bear cub. Blame it on weird hormones or wild premonition. Lately my little one has been growling. I mean, for real. Like… Continue reading This Is Not A Competition.
1. Pack you, your significant other's, and child's entire closet, two coolers worth of food, tent, camping gear, half your house, but forget your camera. Be forced to use your phone to record the first trip and rely on the pictures Grandma takes with her camera that you know will most likely stay on her… Continue reading How NOT To Go Camping With Your Baby
During college, I came home during summer breaks but didn't live with my parents. I was too young to be a park ranger but worked for Colorado State Parks. All day long I sat in the little booth taking money for day passes at the park entrance. Every hour lasted an eeeeternittttty. It was seasonal… Continue reading Home for the Weekend.
I've been thinking a lot lately about money. I grew up without much of it. I spent years in hand-me-down boy's clothing & being embarrassed about my cut-off pants in the summer when many of my friends could afford to buy shorts. We lived in small houses. Eating out meant picnics. I cringed getting in… Continue reading Poor Me?
