Sometimes I feel just like this tree. Seemingly healthy and strong on the outside, if you don’t look close enough. Inside, though, Continue reading “Only broken on the inside”
For our celebratory family fun day, Diesel and I took Choo-choo to the Children’s Museum in Indianapolis, Indiana. The museum is full of fun things for kids to do, with areas for discovering other cultures, learning about the past, climbing and digging and building, and Continue reading “Lost in the crowd”
I have been up almost every night for the past several months with Choo-Choo. At least once a night, sometimes four or five times.
He finally made it three nights in a row without waking until morning, so Diesel and I celebrated with him by going somewhere fun and special. Of course, as soon as we announced this Continue reading “Restless”
It has been said before, but I will say it again: It’s okay to not be okay.
A big chunk of yesterday afternoon was a total crap fest. Completely and utterly stressful. My mind was full of chaos and frustration, and I ended up an emotional wreck. I cried so hard I developed an intense headache.
Choo-choo cried because I was crying. There just wasn’t anything else I could do in the moment. I sat on my bed and sobbed until Continue reading “The sunshine in my life”
Listening to my son pretend to cook is one of my new favorite past times. “Some pasta,” he says, shaking a tiny cardboard box into his melamine pan. “Needs cinnamon,” he adds, shaking a little plastic “can” into the mix for spice. “Now put it in oven.” He shoves the pan under his little plastic table, waiting for the food to cook.
Choo-choo loves to play chef. He comes up with some pretty interesting combinations. The best of yesterday: Continue reading “Sweetness and spice”
Choo-choo always had this thing about me dancing. He hated it. Well, maybe not when he was an infant into a very young toddler. I used to dance around with him, but he wanted me to hold him instead of dancing along with me. Every. Single. Time.
Once he started using his words more, the phrase became common. “You no dance, Mommy!!” Continue reading “Happy dancin’”
In addition to my gratitude journal and a notebook I have that I fill with help and advice for my depression/anxiety, I have now started a “Good Things” journal. “What’s that?” you might ask. Continue reading “The good things in life”