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Happy birthday to me, parts two and three.

It’s been weeks since my birthday, and at my advanced age I can’t remember half of what I was going to say about the other two parts of my celebration, but I guess that just means that the stuff I do remember must have really been great. Right? The actual day of my birth– a Friday– started off pretty great, even though I couldn’t sleep in (toddlers don’t get the memo that mommies...

Happy birthday to me, part one.

Another year, another year older. It’s funny how I don’t feel any older than I did when I was 25. Except I can’t go out and party into the wee hours three nights in a row anymore without needing a full day week to recover in between. My birthday was last Friday, and I took the day off work. My old friend Chad– not old as in old, although he’s older than me, but old as in we met in...

Welcome, summer.

Summer is here! Summer’s always been my favorite season– as a child, of course it was because school was out. It’s also because I much prefer being hot over being cold; though I admit, the older I get, the less I can tolerate the heat that seems to only be getting worse in our crazy part of the world. For the last several years, summer has been even more amazing because of the above-ground pool...

Safe stairs.

If you know us even a little, you know that since we bought our 138-year-old house back in 1999, we’ve been living in a permanent state of home renovation. Seriously, it never ends. The house was divided into two apartments at one point; one upstairs, one downstairs. We rented the upstairs apartment to Tierney and then Pat, and then we kicked our friends out and took over the space. In order to convert the...

Just a little something daddy whipped up.

As much as people might think it’s cool to be married to a bartender– specially made drinks whenever I want them and the ability to say “hey, make me a handmade margarita instead of pouring the pre-mixed kind”– it’s even better to be married to one who’s handy around the house. Although we pretty much spoiled Cooper with a bucket full ‘o fun stuff on Easter, it...

Easter bucket.

Sunday was technically Cooper’s second Easter, but since he was only three months old for his first one and had no idea what was going on, I’m counting this as his first. We originally had plans to visit Grammie and Papa for the weekend, but a certain local basketball team and the NCAA tournament interfered. Win or lose, fans still drink–which means dad has to work. So we spent Easter weekend at...

Happy valentine.

It’s hard to believe that one year ago today, I was trying to take pictures of a baby boy who wouldn’t stay propped up very well on the couch. Today, I was trying to take pictures of a toddler who wouldn’t stay still. The real valentine surprise was yesterday. I sent Big Jay to daycare! It took the toddlers a little while to warm up to the bird, and Cooper was way more interested in the candy...

Birthday book of cards.

My obsession with Pinterest is finally paying off. Thanks to pinners ’round the world, I’ve found some ways to start organizing things that I can never bring myself to throw away, yet I could never figure out what to do with them besides toss them in a manila envelope and shove them on a shelf, never to be looked at again. Yes, I’m talking about cards. I’ve been a compulsive card-and-letter...

Longest. Day. Ever.

So I should have never written about my “awful” morning the other day, because that’s just taunting fate. This weekend, in the midst of the basketball game (we were watching on TV, not at the game, thankfully!), my husband informed me that he needed to go to the emergency room. Hello again, kidney stones. After two emergency room visits, one overnight hospital stay and five trips to and from the...

Wearing my ring again.

Today was a big day: I put my wedding ring back on for the first time in eighteen months. Back when I was pregnant, one of my only pregnancy “symptoms,” aside from the obvious belly and an aversion to Mexican food, was the swelling. It started early and lasted most of the pregnancy. My feet were huge (more than one person was taken aback when they glanced at my ankles) and the swelling in my hands...

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