This Year's Love

A three year old. Holy smokes. We're living with a dang three year old. Most days I can't even believe it. On the tantrumy, whiny or...

In the first few months of motherhood, I started a book. It was fated to be the saddest, most depressing book known to man. I'd unequivo...

As a pants-less Charlie bolted by us in the kitchen, John asked if this was the future I had in mind when I agreed to go on a date with him ...

My blurry, overly-fantasized version of motherhood was realized today - soccer started. Part of my vision of motherhood is games on Saturda...

We've officially hit the holiday rush. Thanksgiving week flew right by in Dallas, and we couldn't have had a better time catching up...

June 28th, 2014 may have forever altered your life, sweet boy. A day trip to Paul Bunyan Land, and poof, you're obsessed. You came back ...

Five years ago, I was bawling my eyes out watching the only storm of the summer roll through the hill country certain our day was ruined. Wi...