Sherman, Lord Charles, and the Attack on Fortress Wolter

For almost a decade we were lucky enough to reside with my parents, renting their spacious, lovely basement apartment in Marengo. For a smart-alec kid who moved out at 18 because her parents said no to having a beer (who WAS that brat?!) and grew up way too quickly in many ways, the decision to move back in with them several years later was not an easy one. All in all, it ended up the best decision for all of us, and we enjoyed a long run abundant in experiences only enjoyed because we resided under the same roof. I consider it one of the best decisions we ever made.

Not only did I become closer with my parents and brother, but my brother’s girlfriend became my sister and best friend while living there. I was able to go to nursing school and not work full-time. I was able to bring my first baby home to his own room, one that his Papa decorated and built just for him. We were able to go through infertility treatment and (barely) afford to have our second kiddo, making our family complete. Eventually we had to move out, both due to increased space needs of a growing family and the fact that this portion of our town does not have underground cable internet, which was needed in order to continue working from home for my job. I KNOW RIGHT?! Who does not have cable internet these days?! My parents, that’s who. Ridiculousness.

Anyhow, the reason for my trip down memory lane tonight is not to reaffirm my love for my parents and this amazingly huge chunk of my life. It is to bring awareness to the wall-eating mice in rural Marengo. Monsters, I tell you.

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Our Persons

We all have friends and acquaintances. People come and go in our lives, making it more pleasant with just their existence. Some last for seasons, some last for years, some last for lifetimes. And then there are the ones that are just, well… different. For some unexplained reason, they are more than just friends. It is like your souls recognize each other, and they just get you. These people are our best friends, our confidants, our lifelines, our tribe. Time can go by in our busy lives and yet this relationship picks right up where it left off, never changing even as you each inevitably change yourselves. There is comfort, acceptance, and support that often exceeds logical explanation.

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Our Lighthouse

I am married to the absolute best man in the world, and the hands down best father. Often, we find ourselves passing like ships in the night, as I go to bed most nights just before he wakes up. We don’t always have the time, between raising two little boys and working opposite full time schedules, to connect and tell each other how much we care. But this man shows he cares in everything he does. I may not get roses on Valentine’s Day, but he knows I wouldn’t want them. He does so much more than flowers. 

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No Judgement Here

Perfect parents do not exist. They are a myth that we compare ourselves to when coming to terms with our own shortcomings. Whether we think about it often or not, we continually compare ourselves to our friends’ parenting styles, in an effort to identify and define our own selves in relation to them. It is a normal thing for our brains to do, identify similarities and differences in order to organize people and things into meaningful groups. Us and them. Same or Different. Totally normal, but important to note that although this is a normal phenomenon, it is not always healthy.

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You Just Never Know

Last week a very good friend who has been struggling with infertility got the most shocking and amazing news of her life… she and her hubby are expecting!

I felt especially happy for her as this friend’s journey to become a mom, although different, reminded me of my own and struck a deep chord in my soul.

I have written before of how the unrelenting sting of infertility feels much further away these days, in this messy house that booms of giggles and shrieks and tantrums and cries. It is easy to push out of sight and out of mind the fact that we once wanted more than anything to be parents, and yet it seemed that it would never, EVER, happen. Never.

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Published

I got my first piece published this month. I almost cried. It was so cool to see my words and name in physical print before me. Accomplishing this little feat has fueled the tiny sparks that are increasingly becoming real and palpable goals.

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Gotta Save Money Somehow!

As my big guy has grown up, we have grown to love a good kid movie on a rainy day. Ferdinand, Angry Birds, Trolls… you name it, we have seen it. We are getting pumped up for a great 2018 movie summer… Incredibles 2 is here in just a couple of weeks. Nothing like the anticipation of quality, family time entertainment with that buttery, delicious popcorn and a soda. We love the movies in our family.

I will never forget the first movie I took Ryan to see. It was… okay, well… I guess I did forget the first movie. But I do remember the events leading up to the first one, and I wanted to share as it cracks me up whenever I think of it. 

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Day Two (Summer Breaking Point)

We are on day two of summer break… MAY DAY! MAY DAY! Morse code… send in reinforcements!

I used to pride myself and question (yes, judge) the thought processes of those moms who were like “Ugh, summer break! What am I gonna do with these kids all day?!” Didn’t they WANT more time with their precious angels? Wouldn’t they thoroughly enjoy every extra second of quality time with their young children before their young children grew into teenagers who didn’t want to spend time with them?! Psshhh…

And then I had kids of my own.

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