The twins in their birthday crowns. No, they’re not handmade. Yes, I am OK with that.

Phew. Now that the toothpaste is out of the one-year-old’s hair, I can put this up!

I thought about skipping 13 and going right to 14, especially since we missed last week, but decided not to because I’m not superstitious.

Except sometimes, I think I kind of am. I knock on wood, I don’t stop on cracks, and if I’m walking with someone and we get separated by a telephone pole and a passerby, I always whisper “bread and butter” lest we get in a fight.  Read more...

Hello there!

It’s been quiet here on the blog. I’m finding myself processing some things—our Martinmas experience, the election, conversations with friends—and I haven’t really had a whole lot to say. So I am trying to tell myself that it’s OK to not say anything. It’s hard, because anyone who knows anything about blogging will tell you “content is king.” You’re supposed to throw something out there, anything, just to keep people coming back. But I don’t want this to be a space where I just spew out junk for the sake of traffic, so I’ll keep thinking until I think I have something worth saying.  Read more...