I knew we wouldn’t live here forever, but I was hoping for at least five years.
I was also hoping for our kids to be two years apart in age, but we all know that didn’t happen.
And I was even hoping we’d be living in a warm, sunny place (aka: Florida) but I believe that didn’t work out because we are meant to be here, in the mitten. Continue reading
Our home is small.
It’s not a tiny house, which I would adore someday, but it is small.
And I’ve learned a lot of things from living in this small home of ours (and I’ve learned a lot of things from watching ‘Fixer Upper’ while baby naps!) One of those things is: clutter is a no-no, minimalism is the way to go. Continue reading
Endless cleaning, prepping, organizing and trying to make everything perfect for baby.
Is this called nesting?
Yeah–probably. But at 24 weeks? I’m going to drive myself crazy for the next 15 weeks! Continue reading
I’ve always been a runner.
From an early age, I had shelves and cork boards in my bedroom adorned with trophies and medals showing the world that I ran my little heart out.
I ran for school, I ran races on the weekends, I ran triathlons and ran alongside my mom in her marathon.
And despite constant injuries to different parts of my body every cross country and track season, here I am today, still running.
This time, running for two. Continue reading
I feel like I haven’t written in ages.
It has been 24 days.
Here I am, still not having anything to write but feeling confident that as I sit here, typing, the words will just come. I’m going to take a stab and say I’m in a writing rut.
And quite possibly at the same time…a momma rut. Or a life rut. Continue reading