Wing::nest

[...] Oh. My. Lands. Six-year-old, Star Wars-themed birthday parties, man. Six-year-old, Star Wars-themed birthday parties for six boys (seven, counting Joshua), none of whom have actually SEEN Star Wars, [...]

[...] Oh. My. Lands. Six-year-old, Star Wars-themed birthday parties, man. Six-year-old, Star Wars-themed birthday parties for six boys (seven, counting Joshua), none of whom have actually SEEN Star Wars, [...]

[...] wake-up. It’s not Christmas. Go back the eff to sleep. (Please.) It dawned on me that advent calendars are not for building anticipation or reminding kids (and their fuzzy senses of time) that [...]

[...] a 9am wake-up. It’s not Christmas. Go back the eff to sleep. (Please.) It dawned on me that advent calendars are not for building anticipation or [...] [...]

[...] Yesterday, I traded in one YMCA badge for another. The photograph, taken earlier this year remains the same, but the name on the [...]

[...] Yesterday, I traded in one YMCA badge for another. The photograph, taken earlier this year, remains the same, but the name on the [...]

[...] This is the face of a child who has woken up before six each day this week. It’s Christmas Day today Mama! No child, who usually spoils me with a 9am wake-up. It’s not Christmas. Go back the eff [...]

[...] This is the face of a child who has woken up before six each day this week. It’s Christmas Day today Mama! No child, who usually spoils me with a 9am wake-up. It’s not Christmas. Go back [...]

Oh. My. Lands. Six-year-old, Star Wars-themed birthday parties, man. Six-year-old, Star Wars-themed birthday parties for six boys (seven, counting Jos [...]

Oh. My. Lands. Six-year-old, Star Wars-themed birthday parties, man. Six-year-old, Star Wars-themed birthday parties for six boys (seven, counting J [...]

[...] and has the fuzziest head in all the known world. I’m sorry for all of you without a fuzzy baby head in your lives. It must be rough. So: new news. Joshua and his ears. Poor Joshua. For months [...]

[...] back to writing here that has nothing to do with sleepless nights or being busy nuzzling a fuzzy baby head, and the name of the beast is: unplanned c-section. It is sad to go into an experience  [...]

I sit at the dinner table with Joshua and Béla. It is early morning, Father’s Day. Joshua is making a drawing of the three most important light [...]

[...] I got the YMCA badge changed, I cried somewhat out of sadness; because I had to turn in the Riana name-badge and watch as it was shredded. But I was also relieved. No one asked to see legal proof of a [...]