Weekly Round Up
To My First Baby On Your 8th Birthday: The Things You've Taught Me
Life Lessons from Mardi Gras for My Kids
5. Make yourself known, stand out from the crowd, and ask for what you want. This is a biggie. You’ve got to speak up and stand out from the crowd—make yourself known.
An Ode to the Drive Through Coffee Shop
2. You can do some serious multitasking while you’re in line. Chat with a friend. Amazon Prime that birthday present for Susie’s party on Saturday. Pluck your brows.
Love in the Age of Parenting Young Children
9. Love is texting that you’re at the store, what do we need. And waiting while I send you an enormous list of must-haves, including wine, wipes, milk, bananas, and eggs, and a million other things.
Three Reasons Why Having Triplets Is Awesome
Snapshot of a Morning
7:25 a.m. Now crossing in to very late territory. Announce to Seth I have to go, and all babies cling to my legs like static-y socks. Try to peel them off. Still crying. They were happy earlier, do they know I’m leaving? What is going on? Babies don’t cry.
David Bowie, Under Pressure, and the Changing Soundtrack of My Life
While the days at home can be long (sometimes unsufferably long, yes), the soundtracks in my head are now much more upbeat. They’re cheery and bright theme songs. I hear The Good Life by One Republic. We all got our stories but please tell me what there is to complain about… Oh this has gotta be the good life This has gotta be the good life This could really be a good life, good life.
Breakfast Is Served
Birthday Love
And then, when everyone gathers for birthday cake and starts singing happy birthday, I’ll wait for that moment I always wait for. That moment—when everyone is singing happy birthday, and my daughter looks around and sees everyone smiling at her, loving her.
Resolutions, Schmesolutions
I've made a long list of resolutions this year. I know a lot of people say resolutions are doomed to fail, but I like the idea of looking at the new year as a clean slate, with endless possibilities for good habits and new adventures. It's like giving yourself permission to start over.
Grandma
She doesn’t focus on the laundry that isn’t folded, the dishes that need to be done; in fact, she waves those concerns away as she sits and laughs and holds the babies. She focuses on one thing—baby joy. And that sparks such a joy in me. I notice more. I pause. I don’t hurry through the day’s tasks but instead, I stop. I notice. I appreciate. I take the time to enjoy it all. If only for a few minutes, I pause to breathe in the babies’ clean hair. I notice their sturdy little feet, which are now so much bigger.
"There's Three"
“Today’s the day you get to find out if you’re having one, two, or three babies, Mom! If it is THREE babies you have to check me out, okay?!” said Lucy. And in that instant we should’ve known Lucy was psychic, but instead we just thought she was an imaginative six year old. But let me start from the beginning.