They’ve hit a sweet spot and it’s so lovely. E is almost 4 and R just turned 3. They beg to play with another daily and then spend the entire time in endless imaginative fun full of Paw Patrols, unicorns, and Super Kitties. (Žak Žak Dunie always nearby and often roped into the fun) R…

V wanted to know the other day if I cook elaborate breakfasts because I enjoy them. My snort of incredulity took him by surprise; he had no idea why his question was so funny. At this stage of life, there are very few times I enjoy any stage of meal cooking – let alone breakfast,…

They thought my directions to “smooch their faces close together” were hilarious and joyfully obliged.

I love seeing them collaborate on a drawing: giggling and whispering directions and sharing the markers without protest.

Just another E moment of making goofy faces in the mirror when coming down the stairs. These stairs were flaking lead paint everywhere when we bought the house three years ago and I was full of good intentions to strip and sand and stain, but then got discouraged at how much work it required and…

Running to a friend’s house on a dreary and oh-so-cold January day will put a leap into any girl’s step. I’m trying to be light-handed on edits this year – no photoshopping out random twigs or electrical poles to make the image cleaner, no touching up of faces to get rid of pimples or cuts.…

This small corner of our home might not look like much, but it gets the most traffic out of the entire house. It’s the dish washing part of the kitchen, the art storage (hanging off the other side of this door), the entrance to the only downstairs bathroom (and only currently working bathroom in the…

I’m trying not to feel too guilty about how many nights in a row I’m letting them have TV time. It’s COLD outside. And this house is small. And gosh I love that peaceful hour or so where I can actually do my own thing.

Hitting a new season of life – endless activities and extracurriculars, scouting events that bring the boys home late enough that I have to actively work at staying awake, and new school activities like journaling and reading solo and memorizing prayers for First Communion. This ain’t baby and toddler life anymore, that’s for sure.

That Lamplighting part of the night, when our battery operated candles flicker to life with a soft glow and the neighbors’ Christmas lights go on; the house has been scrambled back to rights and jammies are wiggled into; everyone has calmed down and we’re (mostly) at peace. It’s my favorite.