Adoption · Amazing People

Motherhood Comes in all Different Sizes

This is a story of motherhood. Not an easy one coming. Struggle, rejection, tears and doubt. This mother found the strength to keep fighting.

Humor

My Foolish Attempt for a Christmas Photo

Read (and see) my attempt at catching just one good photo of my kiddos for this year’s Christmas card!

My Heart's Cry · Real and Raw

Losing My Breath

Pierce had a seizure Sunday night. He fell face first into the bathtub when it began. My husband was reading a book to him, so concentrated on making the story exciting he did not notice him topple over. 5, 10 seconds in the water? Enough to bring terrors I had never known. . .

Encouragement · Inspirational

Is This Really Your Life, Momma?

Is this what has become of me, of my life? Sweeping up cereal? So. Much. Cereal. . .  My last post went viral–viral! I often sit in complete shock as I watch the page views spiraling upward. It was featured on the New York Observer. Cloud nine–cloud nine hundred if there is one. A cloud bumped up right… Continue reading Is This Really Your Life, Momma?

Daughters · Toddlers

Second Fiddle to Elsa’s Frozen Charm

Boston is going as “Elsa” tomorrow. Of course she is Elsa. My house has been overtaken by the Frozen star.We have bags, socks, shirts, puzzles, singing microphones, the doll, the book, the dress. My daughter is three. Not three going to be four next week. No, three just last month three. Isn’t this still the age of… Continue reading Second Fiddle to Elsa’s Frozen Charm

Happiness

Crazy Mom Passion

“It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.”  ~T. S. Eliot Motherhood. Passion beyond passion. Love taking over your heart, soul, and mind. You live and breathe, breathe and live for these little one placed in… Continue reading Crazy Mom Passion

Toddlers

Two is Better Than One

We have been trying really hard to get Pierce to say his sister’s name. “Boston, Boston, Boston,” she and I chant over and over again. I know he could say it, he simply chooses not to. He does have a name for her though, and I suppose it is quite fitting. “Come MOMMA!” he excitedly shouts… Continue reading Two is Better Than One