Category: Motherhood

Milo is such a focused little dude. At seven years old, he will read intently for hours, completely quiet and still, only moving to shift positions or chew a fingernail or twirl a long blond lock of hair. It’s a change in some ways, but not in others. Yes, he is a very active kid … Continue reading “Montessori-Inspired”

Today I am 35. A good age, I think. What a privilege. The above photo is one of my favorites — my dad, who rarely made an appearance on the other side of the camera, holding a not-yet-one-year-old me on his shoulder. I think of my life so far and feel completely and utterly blown … Continue reading “35”

It often feels like a hamster wheel — the running and running and getting nowhere, emerging sweaty and breathless and a little bit dizzy. To say this weekend was the hamster wheel would be to admit that we went nowhere fast; the errands that turned into disasters as I found myself standing, in high heels … Continue reading “Weekend Shenanigans”

Sometimes we find him like this*. The third child. It’s all just too much. Have a wonderful (quiet) weekend. *He did it to himself, I promise. 

Oliver loves his school so much, he leaps out of bed in the morning to announce emphatically what lesson he hopes to get. When I pick him up in the carpool line at school at 3:30, he is so talkative and excited to tell me about what he accomplished, it’s often a (hilarious) struggle just … Continue reading “Montessori-Inspired”