Now all I have to do is figure out which one I’m going to kick off with tomorrow.
It’s more than just that Pumpkin time of year: it’s novel writing time. And for the first time, I’ll be joining in on the fun.
No matter its form or how willing we are to sacrifice for another, it’s a pressing down oneself to raise another person up.
Hormones. I feel like this has been a dirty word for me lately. While I’d much prefer them to all the nausea, I still hate them with the fiery passion of a thousand suns.
I understood then what all parents of multiple children most feel and think of at some point.
When it comes to picking baby names, it’s about as difficult as giving birth. At least for me. Here are my 7 main points for choosing a name.
I’ve been away from the blog, but there’s a reason why…
There are certain things I expected about breastfeeding while I was pregnant. I was afraid I would be reduced to a cowlike state of mindless milk production. I was afraid of nursing where others could see me. I expected to stop around 6 months. I had no idea why people kept telling me I had…
Titus is walking so well! Being home and working on my knitting. Fellow SAHMs to hang out and commiserate with. The big storms leaving us alone on Sunday! Figuring out a new sweater pattern for my knitting machine. Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. 1 Thessalonians…
I have learned something rather important about my son: he has a magnet that is attracted to corners in his forehead.
Not something I would repeat in mixed company.
Overall Christmas was a pretty groovy time, one I will not soon forget.