The First is Ten

The First is Ten

My biggest girl turned 10 this weekend. Let me have a moment to let that sink in. I could go on about how talented Saoirse is. The music. The writing. But you don’t want to hear it. And I can’t tell you about it without 

Didn’t See That One Coming

Didn’t See That One Coming

Saoirse walked up to me in the laundry room yesterday and asked me for a hug. “You’re the best mom in the world,” she said. “I don’t tell you that often enough.” I stood still for a moment, speechless. I think I was trying to 

I’d Say There’s No Harm in That at All

I’d Say There’s No Harm in That at All

The “baby” turned five over the holidays, which officially means that he’s not a baby and I need to give up the denial before it starts to get kind of creepy. His feet are huge. His hands are ginormous, to use one of his favorite 

So Long as They Jump

So Long as They Jump

Saoirse and I were sitting on the couch together the other night, reading. Much to her little sister’s dismay, SK gets to stay up later than her younger siblings. Quinlan, in her imagination, thinks we spend this time gorging on cupcakes, or reenacting episodes of American 

Getting One Answer Right

Getting One Answer Right

  I was sitting on the steps that lead to the second floor of our house (it’s one of the places I go when I need to hide). I was doing something on my phone (incredibly life-affirming and positive, I’m sure, as all internet scrolling 

Holy Cow, I Need to Start Editing These Things

That’s it.  I admit it:  I don’t get kids.  Three and half years of one-on-one experience with them, daily interactions, full-on intensives that revolve around hurt feelings and spilled yogurt and broken crayons, and I’m still clueless.  When I used to tell people that I 

Not for the Weary

I’m not exactly the best person to be around when I’m sleep-deprived.  Let’s just get that out there right now.  I become bitter, cranky, shaky–and that’s after I’ve replaced all forms of hydration with black coffee (I realize that it may also be because of 

This is Why I Still Have My Gym Membership

I realized something yesterday:  when you’re the full-time care-giver of small children, you sit a lot. You sit. A lot. I try to do fun activities with the girls when we can.  Fun for them, I mean:  simple places like the park, farm markets, local