For 7 years, summers were:
sleeping in until 9:00.
making coffee and eating cereal while watching Kelly and Michael.
afternoons spent babysitting a spunky girl by the pool.
reading. reading. and so much reading.
long summer evening walks with my husband, hand in hand, dreaming and laughing.
I was a teacher, so while the school year was intense, summers were blissful. School years were amazing in different ways. I loved what I did, and felt validated doing it. I got to act, direct, and teach. My schedule was packed with helping students, rehearsals, and still time to spend with my husband at home.
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I apologize I have been so silent lately! As most of you know, my husband and I are expecting baby #2 in September! The first trimester sucked all my energy from me and I was in a constant state of “fog.” I really didn’t have any desire to get on here and write. Also, all of those wonderful goals and plans went out the window. Back to raisin brand in the mornings over here! I hope to get back on track soon. I have been pretty nauseous and the nausea is just now going away. Yay!
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So, it’s no secret that I am pretty obsessed with my little boy. He is quite literally my joy. He is the most precious gift ever given to me. I make no bones about the fact that I will probably be “that” mom. You know, the one swooping in to save him from the bullies, the mean girls pulling his hair, and basically anyone else who hurts my little baby! Have you ever seen “The Goldbergs?” Continue reading
“YOU’RE CRAZY.” I know that’s what you are thinking. And, I may be a little crazy, but that’s ok. I’m an actress/director so I have tough skin (yah, we get a LOT of criticism!) But, I want to talk about this issue a little differently then you might expect.
The reason this is fresh on my mind is because of a conversation I had with my chiropractor yesterday. I told him that I was taking my son in for his one year wellness check the next day. We got into a discussion about vaccines and, as you would expect from a chiropractor, he recommended Continue reading
Logan turns one next week. I have known I wanted to write him a letter for his first birthday for a while. Every time I sit down to do it, the words just don’t seem to flow.
My mom made me a box after my first year of life. Growing up, I was told I wasn’t allowed to open it until I was married. It was so special opening up that box with my mom the night before I was married. In it was a letter my mom had written me. You could see tear stains on it from her tears. So precious, right?
So I carry on the tradition.
Dear Logan, Continue reading
Let’s not sugar-coat it. Life is hard. Like, I had no idea how many really hard moments there would be. It always seems like life will be a little easier if [insert solution]. . . Or life will be a little easier when [insert next stage of life]. . .
I have been thinking a lot lately about the stages of life. I was told growing up that I would always anticipate each new milestone in life and that no one “stage” would fully satisfy. You don’t believe that as a kid though, right? I mean getting married seemed like the best thing ever! To find your prince and allow him to take you off into the sunset on a white horse?
(Thank you, Disney.)
I distinctly remember sitting in my room one day, extremely frustrated at how long it seemed to be taking to grow up. I don’t remember how old I was, but I remember thinking Continue reading