If Willow’s pants could talk they’d shout “hallelujah!” That’s because we’ve got a walker, folks. Willow took her first walk across the kitchen about a month ago. It happened just like I imagined it would. On her terms, without a camera, without any warning. I stood her up on her feet hoping she’d take a … More Introducing Miss Walky McWalkyton
Dear Gluten, I’m sure many people (including my husband) will think it’s odd writing a letter to you, but for me, it’s the only way to say goodbye. After all, the mere mention of your name sometimes makes my heart ache as if you’re a real person. I’m not ready to lose you. Ok, you’re … More My Letter To Gluten
3 years ago in October, I put Willow’s life in the hands of a heart surgeon. 2 years ago in October, Willow was diagnosed with a rare blood disorder after a leukemia scare. 1 year ago in October, a nasty bacterial infection caused Willow to miss Halloween and spend a few nights in the hospital. … More Pass The Spaghetti
You’re looking at the worst family photo of all time. Obviously, the picture quality is really poor. My oldest daughter is missing a chunk of her head. Willow has red zombie eyes. And, I look like I haven’t slept or combed my hair in a week. I suppose that’s because there’s some truth in there. … More The Worst Family Photo of All Time
I recently moved to a dead zone. No cell service. Not one bar. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Most days, this drives me nuts. Today, I find myself thankful. I’m waiting for a call from the pediatric gastroenterology office. They need me to schedule an appointment for Willow. I don’t want to. I really don’t want to. But, … More Put Me On The Do Not Call List
“Bye, Willow!” It’s something I’ve heard probably a thousand times. But this time, it was different. This time the words were felt, not just heard. They came from a little boy on Willow’s first day of preschool. That was a hard day for me. From my perspective, I had just put my small, fragile, beautiful … More The power of a goodbye
She didn’t even say “bye bye.” No kiss. No hug. No tears. Well, at least on her end. It’s Willow’s first day of school. I’ve dreamed of this day, wondered what it would be like. Now, it’s here. I left her in her classroom, playing. She was so busy cooking on her fake stove that she … More My Empty Nest
My baby is no longer a baby. She’s 3. THREE! How in the world did this happen? For months I’ve been telling Willow to stop growing up. Obviously, she didn’t listen. She’s just like her big brother and sister. They’re great at ignoring me, too. Even though today is Willow’s birthday, I will not be … More 3 Reasons I’m Not Making a Cake For My Daughter’s 3rd Birthday
If you’re ever wondering what kind of day Willow is having, flip her over. This dirty derriere is a sign of good day. It’s also a sign that I need to mop. Bloody Playdough. If you can’t tell, Willow is a master tush traveler. A butt scooter, is another way to put it. Hardwood, carpet, … More Why walk, when you dream of flying?
Since Willow’s birth, I’ve been learning what it means to fully trust God. It means letting go, when you want nothing more than to hold on. It means being comfortable with the uncomfortable. It means praying and believing He’s got your back, even when the road in front is unfamiliar and a bit scary. This … More Road Trip!