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It’s one of the last days of summer vacation. I can think of few things that would so eloquently capture the fleeting nature of these lazy, crazy, sticky, and sweaty few months we’ve enjoyed at the Bernard home than this: … Continue reading
This summer is proving to be one of shattered expectations. Now that I think about it, though, when does my life ever turn out as I had planned? I can’t believe how busy I am. I am shuttling children hither … Continue reading
Now? Now: I decided I didn’t like this day very much. Dinner was a Mike’s Hard Cranberry Lemonade and a slice of birthday cake. And that’s about all I have to say about that.
I am an introvert. People drain me. Suck the life out of me. Make me tired and crabby. Make my head hurt and my knees buckle. Really, just leave me alone. And I’ll be fine. So, then, is it any … Continue reading
November 2009: Spencer (age 4), me, Seth (age 4). Photo by Amy Jacobs Photography. Last week, my twins turned five years old. There was a period of time when I absolutely, positively did not think we would all survive the … Continue reading
If you’ve visited here with much regularity, you’ve probably noticed that flashy sidebar thingey to the right over there that advertises The Savvy Source. If you’d like to go visit there now, go ahead. I’ll be here when you get … Continue reading
So, it’s been another week without a blog post. They are there. In my head. But not here. I’m busy with birthdays and Easter and family dinners. I cleaned my house ALL DAY on Friday. It had been since Thanksgiving … Continue reading
I had an appointment with Dunkin’ Donuts at 9. I was determined to make it on time, showered and with makeup applied. Today is Susanna’s birthday. She requested doughnuts for her class treat during morning snack time. Morning snack time … Continue reading
Motherhood has been and continues to be the most exhausting, challenging, stimulating, surprising, and soul-searching endeavor upon which I’ve ever embarked. No book, class, seminar, or magazine article could have prepared me for the astonishing changes motherhood brought to my … Continue reading