The post of Christmas past

‘Tis five days before Christmas and I’m holding back tears Just thinking how the holiday has changed o’er the years. I remember like yesterday Christmas two-thousand-nine, I was tired and bloated and couldn’t drink wine. We gathered with family and shared our big news: For the next seven months, I couldn’t drink booze! A baby!!…

Night-night, Mama (and don’t forget about us)

I have recently come to the conclusion that my children believe that once we put them to bed, they are at risk of being forgotten about. Here is some of the evidence that has led me to this realization: 1. Reminders left behind. I’m fairly certain that the girls set aside a certain amount of…