Friday, May 11, 2012



I had to include this one. This is Banks' best friend Allen. Banks told me he likes Allen because "he looks like a ninja." haha I'm sure Allen's parents would be thrilled to know that.



Banks graduated from Pre-school last Saturday. The ceremony was short and sweet and I always love a chance to see one of my kids sort of in their own element, playing and interacting with peers. Strangely, the parent in front of us cried pretty much the whole time. Maybe she knows her son is going to be a kindergarten drop-out and she was cherishing his only graduation.

Banks didn't really give two hoots about graduating. But he's excited to have the summer off and then ride the bus with Benson to elementary school!

Wednesday, May 9, 2012



This is me. Don't I look serene and happy? That's because I am serene and happy! But unfortunately I have a disorder which causes me to look like this:


During situations that other people find to be perfectly easy to deal with.

It's the pits. It really is. I have an extremely annoying involuntary reaction to cry at even the tiniest amount of stress-inducing social interactions. Like some people blush, or sneeze, or hiccup? I cry. It's awesome! No, it's really not. It's super embarrassing and causes people to make all kinds of assumptions about me that really aren't true.

Honestly I don't really know why I'm posting this on the internet for everyone to read. Not having comments anymore has made me wildly uninhibited! Which, I should point out, is how I feel about most things but I somehow cannot make that connect with my tear ducts and voice steadying device.

So I guess in conclusion, if you didn't already know this about me, now you do! And if you did know it, feel free to talk about it openly, or at least understand that I have a problem, and I'm working on it. I'm thinking about making a badge for myself that just says, "Please ignore the crying. It's involuntary!"

Friday, May 4, 2012

motherhood on a friday night


"Cradling a swaddled infant in their arms, mothers would distractedly touch their lips to their babies' foreheads. Passing their toddlers in a hall, mothers would tousle their hair or even sweep them up in their arms and kiss them hard along their chins and necks until


Where else in life could a woman love so openly and with such abandon?"
-The Snow Child