One day. Two lighter. The oldest to kindergarten. The middlest to pre-school. Like, 4 full-mornings a week, pre-school. All the anticipation, excitement, anxiety, and preparation. And just like that, the moment was here …
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The Good Stuff
He read to me. Yesterday, before nap, he picked a book off of his bookshelf and read. I stared at him. His cowlic, just as swirly as it was when …
*Photo credit: PamAndie Photography My sister. My brother. My sisters-in-law. My brothers-in-law. My mom. My dad. My mother-in-law. My father-in-law. My Godparents. And people like parents. Family that isn't really family. My sorority sisters. And random …
"I'm not from Omaha..." Fill in the blank. After that statement, anything could follow. I could say, So I don't know what schools are considered good or bad. Or maybe, I didn't …
In any given week, I have to wash, what feels like 64 loads, of their crusty, sweaty, painty, boy-worn clothes. I have to change endless amounts of diapers. Filled with poop. …
When he was thirty-two weeks and one day in... the morning looked like this... Thirty-two weeks and one day ago, by dusk, our life looked like this... And now, here we are. …
Isn't it just incredible? That feeling of a baby. The baby you either carried in your belly or in your heart. Who you had some idea you would love. But …
Neither of them really stop going. But with him, we rarely get moments. He's our little Jo on the go. And go he does. Following his big bro, to and …
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 …
We have quite a routine around here. At the Brehm house, bedtime is a ceremony of sorts. Every night, around 7:20, we rally the troops, rock some "toys away" action, …
