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I Am All About the Pep Talks These Days

The kids are off school today for a teachers’ conference. It was beautiful out this morning–temperature in the 70s, just slightly cloudy, a little breezy–so we hiked it on down to the park that bumps up against our neighborhood (and by hiked, I mean, drove. I won’t tell you that it’s just a mile away. I will tell you that I’ve a 3-year-old who will sit down in the middle of a sidewalk when he doesn’t feel like walking anymore, and that hill back to our house is steep. I was not feeling patient enough to suggest such insanity as walking). It’s a picturesque setting: the creek rolls slowly by, trees surround us, and there’s very little traffic. If you completely ignore the fact that there’s a huge quarry pit on the other side of that hill right there, and that the vague traffic noise you hear is from the cars entering the Wegmans/Target shopping center just another half-mile through those trees over there, it’s really quite peaceful.I told Saoirse that I’d…

Christina

Hey, you guys.  I’ve missed you.  I’ve been quiet this month, I know that, and am so thankful for the messages asking me where I’ve been.  I’m here, I’m here.  I haven’t written lately partly (okay, largely) because I am straight-up tired.  This pregnancy thing has been exhausting the third time around.  I mean, it’s going well, and the baby’s healthy, even if s/he is growing at a frightening speed thanks to genetics and my alarming desire for Utz crab chips and vanilla fudge.  But as I’ve mentioned before, I’m still having a bit of an issue staying on top of my world.  It’s harder to keep up with two young kiddos and all the mundane responsibilities of full-time parenthood when there’s a human parasite (sorry, baby, but yes) feeding off of me and making me have to pee every twenty minutes.  Writing and blogging and taking photos of the backs of my kids’ heads have taken to the metaphorical back burner of my now infrequently used stove. But there’s…