Teadora lives her little life like a roller-coaster. The ups. The downs. The loop-de-loops. I’m ready to throw up.
When she goes to the nursery at church, the ladies taking care of her tell me she’s a perfect peach. She doesn’t fuss. She plays cheerfully. She’s happy to be there. She only pushes kids down when she wants their snack. Tea is just an easy going girl. Continue reading
Teadora is a lovely, spirited little thing. Is spirited the right word for it?
While running with her yesterday, she dropped everything she could reach—bottle, toys, pacifier—out of the stroller. Then she decided that she didn’t want to be strapped in anymore, so she wriggled her way out of the belt and tried to stand up. After buckling her back in, she tried to do it 2 more times. Screaming and crying persisted the whole last mile. Continue reading
Resolutions. I haven’t really thought about any this new year. There are things to improve and plans for the year, but I haven’t designated anything as my resolutions.
I mostly want this year to be about finding joy in simplicity. Continue reading
Our family has some time off together for the holidays. We try to do one fun outing a day so Teadora can burn off some energy. Today was the zoo. Continue reading
So I’ve been in a kind of eating rut. Plenty of variety. But that’s just it: plenty.
I haven’t blimped up or anything because I’ve been running for the last 3 months (3 miles, 3 times a week). But operation “lose that sticky baby weight” can’t progress with the way I’ve been eating. I only have 4 or 5 pounds to get to my pre-pregnancy weight! Plus 4 or 5 pounds to get to my goal weight. Continue reading
Remember how I wanted to revamp my style? In my house? You know, redecorate? Well, we’ve been working slowly to redo our master bedroom first.
We decided on a color pallet: plumb, chocolate, sand, and silver. (Sophisticated. Calming. Not green. Finally.) Continue reading
There may be a mouse in our house.
I came downstairs one morning a couple of weeks ago, and as I reached for Teadora’s morning banana, I noticed big, gaping bite marks in the whole bunch. “Could the cockroaches really be this big?” I thought to myself. But then I noticed plastic shavings underneath the garage door in our kitchen. And in the midst of those shavings? Poops. Continue reading
