If Violet had it her way, she would live off of chocolate chip cookies. Naturally, for her birthday we had to make it a bit more special than just a plate of cookies (though, she would have been more than happy with that too).
Ya’ll, for the second summer in a row we were able to make it out berry picking! I would say it was an annual tradition but that’s not exactly true- we’ve intended to take the kids berry picking every summer but then life has gotten in the way and by the time we realize it’s time to head to the fields…the berry patch is closed. Luckily, we were able to make time once more to pick our favorite summer fruit. Continue reading
This Thanksgiving brought a pretty special treat: Brad didn’t have to work! For the first time in years, he was able to spend the entire day with us. Continue reading
My grandmother was a short little Italian woman, who lived through the Great Depression, and was a devout Roman Catholic. She was very poor for the good portion of her life, but she showed her love through food. One thing she would often say (after “mangia, mangia!”; Italian for “eat, eat!”) was that wasting was sinning. I often hear her words when it comes to various things, and pumpkin carving is no different!
Every summer we go on an annual camping trip. Yes, even last year we went camping when I was 35 weeks pregnant and on modified bed rest. I was miserable and Brad felt awful so we said no more pregnant camping. Fast forward one summer and here I am. Pregnant. Ha! Continue reading
Marshall has taught me so much about parenting- and not just because he is my first born. Since I first found out I was pregnant with him, he has done things his own way and forced me to adapt. Though, that story is for another day.
At the age of two and a half Marshall was diagnosed with Apraxia of Speech, Autism was firmly and swiftly ruled out, but oral sensory issues were also becoming more and more apparent.
I dreaded (and often still do) eating out at restaurants with my son, sharing meals with friends and family- hell, I often just feared mealtime altogether. Continue reading