I was fairly nervous going into the summer. It’d be my first experience managing my three highly demanding little ones, without the promise of a break when my eldest would normally be in preschool. All by myself. All day long – or at least until my husband would come home to rescue me. I’ve done…
Disclaimer: Uncharacteristically sappy article lie ahead which may incite unexpected emotions. Proceed with caution. I claim no responsibility for the warm and fuzzy feelings that may overcome you while reading. As I write this, I’m staring down at my newest little one who is approaching two days old. Embracing her in my arms, I watch as…
As I sit on the couch nursing our newest little one, I watch my husband tactfully organize and pack our diaper bag. I watch as he prepares juices and snacks for some adventure he’s planned for him and our boys. I watch him simultaneously cook breakfast and tend to every interrupted request out of our…