Category: familyness

I have that Stevie Wonder song in my head as I stare in awe at my very own Kid 1. Husband is a good photographer, sure, but when you have material like this, how could you go too far wrong?

I’m on Vacation* and so I’ve been posting in the future – I mean, into the future, you know. So I’m giving a little shout-out to Future Me, from Present Me, who is by now Past Me. It’s all beyond me, if you want to know the truth. So many fun things happen when we

Towels: Boo-hoo, boo-hoo, boo-hoo. Wonderful Children: Hey, what’s wrong, Towels? Why are you sad? Towels: We don’t want to live on the floor. We want to go home. (*sniffle*) Wonderful Children: Oh, don’t worry, Towels. We’ll send you home. Towels: Thank you, thank you, Wonderful Children. You are so kind.

When Husband and I got married, we used to talk about the kind of parents we’d be. He’d be the fun, soft-spoken, happy Dad. I’d be the gentle, supportive, singing Mom. Reality has leaped in here and changed our details a little bit. I am not the gentle mom. I am the nag. I am