My birthday (the big 4-0!) has added an extra patina of sentimentality and reflection to this holiday.
In honor of this milestone—punctuated by finally unlocking the “author” achievement—I’ve assembled my own 12 days of Christmas* Thankfulness.
Day 1: Cathy Taylor
Day 2: Sue LaGow
Day 3: Ryan Hylland
Day 4: Jackie Phillips
Day 5: Szaba and Von
Day 6: Shanon Lyon
Day 7: Kerry Colburn
Day 8: Debbie Reber
Day 9: Peter Orullian
Day 10: Christa Charter
Day 11: Steam Crow
Day 12: 1986 State Fair Judging Panel
Today I finally dropped my baby boy off at daycare for his first full day. I meant to do so months ago, but circumstances had other ideas.
But every time I got frustrated with my lack of work time, I’d snuggle my baby in my arms and remember this post I wrote back when my now-four-year-old was the baby in my arms. The gist:
Cuddle your baby while you can. They don’t stay babies long.
The point is, all of my recent publishing progress, logo work, book editing, etc. has been squeezed into nights and weekends. I don’t say this for a pity party. I say this to remind you (and myself) that, as sure as the baby phase is fleeting, the dream that fuels your heart is timeless. Challenges and circumstances may come and go, but don’t worry. Dreams persist.
My dream still persists.
The dream that began with Sue. The dream that began here…
Can you imagine what it must be like for most people (and even some household pets) to tower above you?
Add to that a toddler’s limitless imagination—unencumbered by years of practical knowledge and assumptions—and they practically live in a whole other world than our own.
One of the kids’ book I’m working on explores this perspective, so I’ve been keeping my eye out for glimpses of that child’s-eye view.
Turns out I’m not the only one interested in the perspective of the lower half. Continue reading
This is one of my family’s favorite Christmas presents, and this year Von got to enjoy it with us, too.
I know some of you out there who’ll enjoy it as much as we do. So, may I present my gift to you…
Sue’s voice, grandbabies, and spirit, all in one hilariously adorable little video… complete with, well, nose picking.
Happy holidays, friends.
How many of you parents out there can relate to this terrible, horrible, so good, very awesome day? Continue reading
I may be reserved and nice, but I’m also surprisingly stubborn. As in, so stubborn that my husband once joked I could have a C-section without anesthetics, if I got it in my head to do so.
Stubborn plus parenting doesn’t always mix, let me tell ya.
It’s been a bumpy road, but I’m slowing learning the art of knowing when to give up—and that it’s not always a bad thing.
Case in point…
For those of you who’ve been following my escapades for a while now (if so—thank you!), you know that my daughter’s Halloween costumes have been kind of a big deal.
It started when Szaba was a mere four months old. My mother-in-law, Sue, was coming to visit. Her cancer had taken a turn for the worse, and I wanted something to cheer us both up. So I asked Sue to come up with Szaba’s costume.
I only had one rule: something aspirational, no princess girly nonsense.
Sue came through in spades with an incredible Amelia Earhart costume.
There was only one problem. Continue reading