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Taking Stock

Making: the most out of no-work mornings, when I could find time to sit by our kitchen window to read, think, have coffee. Cooking: make-believe dishes in plastic measuring cups to “feed” a toddler learning the basics of pretend play. … Continue reading

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Mom Guilt

Ok, so let’s talk about guilt for a minute. I have to leave my eighteen-month old daughter to go to work now, because our yaya of eleven months went on to search for greener pastures. It wasn’t actually bad. Daddy … Continue reading

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Crossroads

Dear Gianna, Right as you hit your fifteenth month, we closed another school year. It wasn’t without challenges, but above all emotions I am grateful that we got to spend it together. We: you, dad, and me. We rose early … Continue reading

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A Year Later, A Birth Story

My Gianna, Around this time last year we were anxious, impatient, and inexplicably excited about exactly when you were coming. I remember that I was half-hoping you’d make it to March, but then we can hardly wait to see you … Continue reading

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Tenth Anniversary Special

It was late last year when we realized that 2018 will mark our tenth year of marriage. (Gah, if our relationship were a person, it will be a fourth-grader!) Of course we wanted to make it extra special. Of course … Continue reading

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It Takes a Village

When Gianna was born, I was able to tidy up around the house, do the laundry, and finish assigned papers for my online course. But not without my husband taking charge of the stove, the dishes, and the errands. Not … Continue reading

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The Drama in Rolling Over

Dear Gianna, You rolled over for the first time the other day, and I swear tears stung my eyes. Delight won over so I clapped my hands instead of crying. Such a simple thing, this act of you turning over … Continue reading

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