About a year ago, I wrote about how I was adamantly against getting a dog. As much as I thought dogs were awesome, the idea of taking on the level of responsibility for 10 or so years seemed like an alien concept that I wanted none of.
We sat side by side as the chair lift made its way up the hill. The sun was shining down on us helping to make it an even more perfect day. He pointed out which hill he wanted to try next. He told me what his plan was to conquer the tougher hill and where he struggled on the last run down.
While I was out alone one rare evening, I texted my husband. “How are things?” I typed. He was holding down the fort with our three young daughters and I felt it only right for me to check in.
These little pizzas tucked away in your freezer for a crazy busy day are pure gold. Take one out, toss it straight into the oven for a few minutes, and before you know it you have a hot tasty pizza for a snack or paired up with a salad it can be dinner! I love these cheesy bites on a busy weekend or an evening where I don’t feel like cooking. All you need to do is cook them a little less, then cool and wrap with cling film and overwrap with foil.
Chock full of beans, spicy peppers and tender chicken, this chili is something spicy and hearty to keep you going on a cold winter day. I have brought it to work often this winter, and every time I heat it up in the microwave, people are inevitably drawn to the staff room by the smell.
When your family feels that it’s the right time to start teaching your child how to sleep, it can feel like an overwhelming task. There are so many books and resources on toddler sleep, along with a lot of conflicting information.
We all know that our marriage is going to change after we have children.
You, my littlest boy. My happy, cheerful soul. You looked so small to me then, your sunny smile dwarfed by your older brother’s frame. You seemed so young to me then, tagging along with your big brother’s games, the Robin to his Batman, the Anakin to his Obi-Wan.
Family travel is one of those rare things that can both fill a parent’s heart with excitement and dread at the same time. You’re about to have an incredible trip away from work and the stresses at home – but you’ve somehow got to survive getting there with kids in tow. Insert shiver.
When my husband, Paul, and I bought our first home, we couldn’t have asked for nicer next-door neighbors than Becky and Greg and their two boys. Within days of our moving in that February, they brought over a plate of cookies to welcome us to the neighborhood.
That spring I began to garden, and I got to know Becky through casual conversations struck as we worked outside. She was older than I was, and we were very different, but we made each other laugh, and it was impossible to not like Becky.
My son, Christopher, was just a baby when we moved in, but as soon as he began to walk, Becky told me she had talked with Greg, and they were going to be on the lookout for Christopher when pulling into or backing out of their driveway. I already knew Becky was a kind lady, but this seemed incredibly so. Of course, it was in her interest to avoid running over my boy, but it was her attitude that struck me.
Whereas I might have been annoyed at the thought of this constance vigilance, she didn’t seem to mind a bit. She was genuinely concerned about Christopher’s safety and waved away my thanks. It was nothing, just what neighbors do.
But I was so thankful. We were at the beginning of a long and exhausting journey diagnosing a variety of Christopher’s disabilities. He was a late walker — taking his first steps at 16 months — but once he started, he went straight to running and didn’t stop for years.
The summer he was 2 going on 3 years old, I spent the majority of each of my days chasing him around our house — literally. When the baby, my daughter Lydia, was napping, I tried to garden.
I kept Christopher right beside me with his own little tools, but if I looked down for a second he was off. As soon as I noticed, I would guess which way he went and run after him. He was usually enough ahead of me to be turning a corner just before I turned the one behind, so he was always out of sight, a scenario like a horrific version of Tom and Jerry. He had a hearing loss, but I frantically shouted his name until I caught him.