• How My Kid Saved Christmas (or something less dramatic)

    Did you know that the 12 days of Christmas actually begins Christmas day? According to Wikipedia, in most Western Church traditions Christmas Day is the First Day of Christmas and the Twelve Days are 25 December – 5 January. While a lot of my friends have taken down their trees and decorations and already have the presents sorted and tucked away in their new homes, I’m still holding onto Christmas. I don’t know what it was exactly about this year but it went QUICKLY. Maybe it was because this was my first year with a whirling dervish of a baby boy to run after or perhaps it was the sickness…

  • Changing Traditions

    At 10 pm last Sunday night, in a fit of rage that could only be induced by untangling Christmas lights only to find they won’t connect correctly or are half burned out, I realized just how different this Christmas will be. It will be our first Christmas with a toddler. That ever-curious, fascinated with the world, glass case of emotions, destructive breed of little man is about to throw a wrench in all of my holiday plans. The signs had been creeping up on me, in the way of jealousy over friend’s tranquil Instagram posts of flawless decorations hung with languishing ease. In year’s past, I too enjoyed a hot toddy or…

  • Random Acts of Christmas Kindness

    As I wrote about last week, Christmas spirit is a sentiment that has waxed and waned for me over the years. This year was all wax for Venise and I. Odd phrase, but whatever, I have to tell everyone about the beautiful people we’ve encountered recently and their wonderful acts of chivalry and kindness. First, I want to shout out to the Shoreline woman with bright eyes and curly hair who was awesomely driving a teal, vintage Volkswagen (bus?) van to Ikea in South Center with her three small children when I accosted her in the rainy parking lot. Henry and I had been sick all week and we desperately needed…

  • Lessons from Sir Henry: things I didn’t know before motherhood

    I was not the kind of expectant mother whose Kindle was filled with parenting books and weekends were filled with new parent classes. (Actually, I don’t even have a Kindle. I like the way books smell. But that’s another story…). I halfheartedly slogged through parts of “what to expect” and then went back to binge watching Fixer Upper on HGTV (Best. show. ever.) I figured that babies and mamas have figured out a way to co-exist for a long looong time, so I would let nature and my instincts guide me along. For the most part, that has worked out really well for Henry and I. Babies don’t come home from the hospital with a user…