Little Ladies, It started as an ordinary day, our feet shuffling slowly through the kitchen as our bodies gradually shook off the hazy dust of slumber. We had just finished breakfast, Bible reading, catechism, and poetry review, and I was heading to the bathroom to get cleaned up for the rest of the day. You were both stationed under the kitchen table, gathering various strewn toys about you and shouting about treasure and secret hideouts and danger on the high… Read more »

Dear Laynie, Your birth was painless. After treading the ravaging waters of pitocin induced labor for as long as my feeble body could bear, I mumbled out a request for an epidural and barely managed to stay afloat until the needle pierced the tender flesh in my back. The relief was instantaneous. I gulped in great lungfuls of air and rested comfortably for the first time in months. And when I failed to push you out of my tightly cramped… Read more »

To my Sweet Peas, The new year is well underway, and along with it, the burning pressure to DO ALL THE THINGS. So far this year I’ve added natural soy wax, clean-burning soy candle wicks, grass-fed beef gelatin, mini silicone molds, a light-up globe, an industrial-sized butcher paper roll, floating bookshelves, a reading teepee, and reusable snack bags (bye-bye, toxic plastic baggies) to my Amazon wishlist. Somebody stop me. I am goal-driven by nature, and I LOVE the kick in… Read more »

Crosbie Kayt, We’ve been in a rough patch lately. It’s no secret that you are my wild one, my second-born who loves to push limits and challenge authority and assert that stubborn little will of yours that’s been rearing its head since the day you came into this world, blue and beautiful.  That stubborn little will of yours is what makes you you, what sets you apart from your easygoing sister who is easy to please, easy to placate, and… Read more »

Sweet LaynieCakes, I joined a new club last week, one that’s been blinking on the periphery of my radar for years but somehow still managed to shock me with the swiftness of its arrival. I am officially a school mama. I’ve joined the ranks of those weary souls who find themselves deposited into the chaos that is Back to School season at Wal-Mart, who spend an entire day searching for beveled rulers and crayon boxes and the white erasers that… Read more »

LaynieCakes, I closely studied the two women checking out in front of me, my eyes veiled and afforded maximum stalking capabilities by the ever-present ball cap resting atop my head. They looked to be in their late fifties to early sixties, old enough to have garnered wisdom and experience and wrinkles, young enough to still look trendy and attractive. Their skin was deeply tanned, their nails were meticulously polished, and the older of the two, standing directly in front of… Read more »

Little Ladies, So I’ve been reading this book. There was a chunk of time last summer when I stumbled across it constantly, when its virtues were proclaimed from every mountaintop within my humble little circle. So when I found it on a bargain table around Christmastime I snatched it up and whispered, “Merry Christmas to me!” I cracked its cover immediately, feasting on the wordy, poetic prose (my favorite), but after a few days it began gathering dust on my… Read more »

May 27th, 2016 Dear Daughters, We woke up groggily this morning to the sound of rain pattering our windows and a slight draft slipping beneath our doors, penetrating our cozy little nest of warmth and solitude and prompting us to double check our calendars. Summer may be just around the corner, but it seemed this bleak and dreary morning had somehow slipped away from some future November and crept back in time to rap on our windows and tease our… Read more »

Laynie, Did you notice you didn’t get a birthday letter this year? I pride myself on those letters, perhaps for the simple fact that I am not the mom I always thought I would be, the one who creates birthday quilts and birthday banners and birthday scrapbooks and all manner of birthday-themed memorabilia for you to reflect upon someday as testament of my love and devotion. I am sloppy and unorganized and a true terror behind the helm of a… Read more »

Dear Daughters, Poor Crosbie. We had a heck of a morning together, one full of fits and tears and the most amazing toddler tantrums. The kind where she throws herself backwards in slow motion and then turns to stare at me after gracefully lowering her head to the ground, the kind that tells me she really wants to make a statement, but she knows she’ll hurt herself if she goes all out. The kind that shows me she fully grasps… Read more »