Maybe you’re like me. Maybe every day in some way you feel like a newly fallen turnip. A rookie. A beginner. A little wet behind the ears. When I had a baby, I glanced over my shoulder to discover regurgitated breast milk dripping down my back. That’s when everything — not just motherhood — seemed a little more important. A little more up in a ponytail. A little more up in the air.

Posts Tagged "exhaustion"

She’s Three. Help. Me.

Tonight Madeline snuggled with me on the couch 45 minutes after dinner. Still wearing her princess dress and fresh off a crying jag caused by a run-in with Drew, she was done with the day. So was I. After a 12-hour drive home the day before from Colorado, I was still feeling fuzzy, disembodied and…   read more

Whirlwind Italy

(Guest post for Last summer my husband Gordon and I took a whirlwind trip of Italy with my entire family. When most people use phrases like “entire family,” they mean their parents and maybe their sister. When I say it, I mean my parents, my sister Liz who lives in California, my sister Bonnie…   read more

Swatting at Life

As Gordon, the kids and I were walking home last evening from a dusk family stroll, a minivan pulled up to us and stopped. When the window rolled down, the streetlamp illuminated the face of a woman I know from church. Her hair was pulled back into what might have been a ponytail or a…   read more

One Year Bible: Christian Horoscope?

(Chatter Letter from the Editor, September) I have a tendency to treat my One Year Bible like a Christian horoscope. I don’t always read my One Year Bible, just so you know. Sometimes I read a devotional book, or a passage of Scripture from the lectionary, or even blindly open my Bible (secretly aiming for…   read more

A Close Shave

Sometimes I feel so wrapped up in Drew’s psychology, moods, preferences, needs and exclamations, that it’s almost like he is my one and only child and Madeline is more of a pet schnauzer. Sure, she might wail and stomp her itsy bitsy feet or give me an eternal, transcendent look, but her general presence feels…   read more

Yoga Bear It

Today was a just-get-through it kind of day, and I’m almost embarrassed about how light and momentary all my little trials really were. I could make excuses about monstrous PMS or the first time swimming this summer with Both Things, or about the rain waking One up from his nap or about monstrous PMS (did…   read more

My Un-Black Friday

(In case you missed it, this blog was originally posted at on March 19.) As a mother of two small children, I am grateful not to be living in Prussia in the year 1777. That was when Frederic II banned coffee. Who was Frederic II and why did he ban that sweet, sweet nectar…   read more

Are You “Done?”

I was dropping Drew off at preschool last Friday when his teacher, who was in the middle of unbuckling him from his car seat, asked, “Are you having another baby?” I misinterpreted her question as, “Are you pregnant?” to which I quickly said, “Oh no, no, no,” as if she was inquiring into a very…   read more

A Drum Beatdown

Drew’s new favorite book is Drummer Boy, a retelling of the Little Drummer Boy Christmas story. A little late for Christmas, I admit, but Drew tends to circle his books like big game stalking its prey — for weeks and weeks — before he comes in for the kill. Then it’s a lights-out marathon of…   read more

Crack Questions

Drew has become obsessed with the cracks in the floor at Esperanza’s. Esperanza’s is our family’s favorite Mexican food dive, and I’ve considered sending Drew there to work in exchange for enchiladas, much like the boy Samuel who served in the Temple. Last week he noticed a corner where the tile seems to have been…   read more