A chapter has now closed for Marshall and a new one begins. After three years (and three schools) Marshall has finished his preschool years and will begin kindergarten in the fall.
He polishes his badge with the same care as he bathes his newborn. He irons perfect creases into his uniform. Once dressed and double-checked, he radios in to dispatch “10-8 for shift, good morning.” Continue reading
We’ve long used Earth day as a day of learning and fun. Last year we spent the day at The Great Cloth Diaper Change, an international event that aims to educate and raise awareness on the ease of modern cloth diapers.
Easter. How is it already Easter? I seriously feel like I was just extremely pregnant and exhausted finishing up our 25 days of Christmas. Now the December snow has long since melted and the trees are budding new life. Easter.
It was a beautiful spring day; the sun was shining bright and there was that fresh crispness in the air that only spring seems to be able to bring about.
With summer quickly approaching, our household has been dreaming of hot days spent in cool lakes. Naturally, Brad and I thought it would be a good idea to sign Marshall and Vi up for swim lessons.
When we lived in Kansas City, Brad worked for a department that was short-staffed and overworked at the time. He was only 24 and I was still a baby at 22, we lived about 8 hours from all of our family when Marshall was born. The day we came home from the hospital- less than 48 hours after giving birth to our first- Brad went back to work leaving me alone with this new little life to figure out how to take care of. All while healing myself. He was disappointed that he didn’t get as much bonding time with his new son as he would like, but we needed the income and feared him losing his job if he didn’t return to work asap. We made it work, but it was hard and stressful on the both of us.
St. Patrick’s day is probably one of our family’s favorite holidays around here. After all, it’s a day full of hijinks, pub style food, and gold- what’s not to love?!
My pregnancy with Francesca went remarkably well in comparison to my previous ones. Then, those final weeks kicked in and- again- my body decided that pregnancy is hard. My heart rate skyrocketed and my blood pressure elevated, my OB decided enough was enough and booked me to be induced at 37 weeks. Continue reading
The big day came and went; the baby is here, the announcement has been made, and visitors are clamoring to get their first look at the new addition. But there is a key element missing in all of this: the mama. See, all throughout your pregnancy people love to tell horror stories of labor and sleepless newborn nights (don’t fret, all my labors and early newborn days have been pretty awesome) but few give their tips, tricks, and what to expect for mom’s self-care after delivery. So here’s the down and dirty on what to expect and how to make healing a bit less daunting postpartum. Continue reading