The sweetest sound carried into the quiet room where I was lying next to my seven-month-old, watching her sleep peacefully after filling her belly with momma milk. I heard the muffled sound coming from the next room where my two-and-a-half-year-old had been contentedly playing alone for the past twenty minutes. “I’m having FUN with my… Read More 9 Tips for Encouraging Independent Play
Do your child’s tantrums and tears leave you feeling helpless, stressed and overwhelmed? Or do you view yourself as capable and equipped to guide them through their ups and downs? Click here to read nine tips for navigating emotional storms.… Read More 9 Tips for Braving a Child’s Emotional Storms
I’m in the middle of so many projects right now — most with the end goal of making our home an even more enjoyable place to be. I wanted to clean up our front entryway, finally deal with the piles of clothes lying around in our bedroom, respond to a few messages that have been… Read More Sailing Through The Storms
I found out pretty quickly how naive it was to think that the moment Lucy and I returned from our unexpected trip to the hospital, all would be well again. Don’t get me wrong — my sweet baby girl is in great health and none of the symptoms that landed us within those sterile, white… Read More Pizza Dough Therapy
For what felt like the tenth time, I woke up with contractions just a few hours after going to sleep. The first night it happened, I thought about getting the bath water running, certain that “this was it” but not sure how quickly things would end up progressing. After an hour or two of lying… Read More Birth Story: Welcoming Lucy
One of the things I respect most about the way my mom raised my brother and I, is the fact that she was never afraid of a nice, big mess. She likely would have done even more laundry if it had been up to her, but I was the peculiar, little girl who was known… Read More Motherhood Is Messy
If it’s possible for one-year-olds to wake up on the wrong side of the bed, mine definitely did a few early mornings ago. After a while of our son whining to leave the bedroom, my husband carried Ellis down the steep, wooden staircase to our kitchen as I followed right behind them. My son grew… Read More Take My Hand
Every time I watch my son’s chest rise and fall in steady rhythm, I am reminded of the profound miracle it is for his lungs to be filled with the breath of life, even as he sleeps. When I look back at early pictures of him, I smile in awe at the way my son… Read More I Will Never Not Be Thankful
I’ve watched the leaves turn from green to gold year after year, but yesterday, I noticed something I never had before. I was walking through our little German town with my head tilted back slightly, enchanted by the warm colors above me and by the heat of the afternoon sun met by a brisk breath… Read More Shifting Seasons
Some might call it a bad habit, but the easiest, most effective way to put my son to sleep is for me to nurse him and watch as his blinking slowly conceals his bright eyes and the purest peace washes over his sweet, soft face. I love lying next to him when my otherwise very… Read More The Price Of Being Present
