It was late in the evening. We had just finished putting our oldest children to bed. I left the baby in his crib hoping he would be okay for just a little while, so that I could squeeze in a few minutes in the bath. I turned on the hot water and sank down deep. It…

My husband and I were laying in bed chatting about all we had experienced during the day. I love those late night catch-ups, especially when it feels like we haven’t seen each other enough. The topic of conversation came to our children. We are constantly wondering if we doing a good job raising them. We…

Paint. Everywhere. Bright bold colors splattered and smeared on walls, on clothes, in hair, in my hair, across the table, up their arms, on the bottom of their feet… It doesn’t matter how prepared I am. The wipes are in arms reach. Yet, it gets everywhere. Paint, markers, kinetic sand, play dough, and glitter…oh the…

My due date is Thanksgiving. Baby Wyatt is tucked away cozy in my womb. I feel like he might know colder weather is coming and is choosing the warmer path. I don’t know about you, but I get extremely excited to find out when I am pregnant and then spend 9 months avoiding the thought of…