I don’t claim to know much about motherhood. I’ve seen birth, I’ve babysat some pretty stellar kids and I’ve had shared the disappointment that comes with disciplining them. That’s it though. Mere snapshots in the life of my friends’ children. Tonight, however, I know grief. Grief over a child who blatantly tells you one thing
I had been holding in the secret for a week. She had originally approached me for store-maneuvering advice; I gave her what my three-week old perspective could give in such a situation. Then she told me to keep quiet. A whole week, she made me wait. Then the others knew so suddenly that there was
Today is my birthday. To inaugurate my 27th year of life I: 1) Heard the Happy Birthday Song 4 times 2) Went to church 3) Wore a dress 4) Played the Wii version of BopIt and failed. Miserably 5) Got some pretty stellar earrings from my twin 6) Was emailed a “special birthday coupon” from
I know I’ve said this before, but this. hands down. trumps. eagle cave. The coolest thing I’ve ever done: Meet Tuscany Grace W. I watched/assisted her entry into the world this morning. She was 10 pounds 8 ounces, 22 inches long, born at 9:48 ante meridiem. I’ll probably document some of the story here at
In my obvious neglect of the series I started way back when, I promise I was busy. Last weekend, after a long week, I was given three days off of work; like a kid in a candy shop with her 3-minute-old allowance, I set in my mind to travel. My goal? Rest. Will I ever
I traveled home last weekend for a family gathering. Family photos ensued.
My grandmother is straight-off-the-boat Dutch. She’s been back to Holland (The Netherlands) several times since I’ve been alive and currently there visiting family. I received a post card in the mail yesterday from her and while I appreciate the gesture, I’ve found it to be quite absurd: It says, “Hi Tina! I’m having a great
So the comments from my last post, gave some people a glimpse into what it was like growing up with my parents. Just in case you didn’t read the comments, here is a text message conversation I had with my father this evening (complete with typos): Daddy: yer mean mom never sent the gps. I’ll