I sit. In the chair. In the room. In the house. Where I became a mother. The same house where I first was pregnant. And second. And third. And then …
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Brehm breakfast table conversation: "Mom. Today, I want to make a project. For Mrs. E. and it's a Christmas project." "How about we make a Thanksgiving project? I mean, that seems more …
Math and I have never been friends. Funny, really. My brother and sister were whizzes when it came to all things numbers. And I then married an engineer. With two …
My children are in the bathtub. And I am in my pajamas. It's 1 pm at the Brehm house and it's any given Tuesday. This means I am home with …
There's no going back. We have two boys in bunks. Just two nights ago, Jonah took up residency in, what was, up until then, Barrett's room. The crib is, once …
I'm home this weekend. Not home home. Not where I live. And where Adam and I have our family and our every day life. But Wilber, home. It's strange, I know...that …
Today I was the worst. I yelled more than I played. We did more timeouts than story time. I even cried at the dinner table as Jonah edged into minute …
My four year old can say the sweetest things. I'm rarely short on sharing his tender thoughts. I want to write down the very sweetest of the sweet so as …
He could have been anyone. Two years ago this morning, we had no idea. He could have been Elle or Reese. He could have been Reid or Harrison. And then. Very …
I had a lot of thoughts prior to having children. Not as much philosophies... like thinking my children will never have a pacifier or my child will never hear no or my children will …
