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A new PR!

Thanksgiving and the Fourth of July tie for my favorite holidays. They come with all of the positives and none of the obligations of other holidays. Thanksgiving is simply food, family and friends, and relaxation. The Fourth is all about summer fun, BBQs, celebrating, and generally being happy to be an American. There are no presents to be bought, events you are *supposed* to take the kids to, lines you have to wait in, eggs to hide, Valentines to make, etc., etc. I’m truly a lazy person at heart.

So the Fourth! For the past few years we have been in Chicago for the holiday, but this year we were home. I missed seeing my parents and cousins, but it was fun being home and hanging out with my sister and our good friends.

Saturday and Sunday were all about relaxation and fabulous lunch eats at the Foodies’ house. Smoked chicken, lima bean salad (changed my opinion on lima beans), homemade cornbread, watermelon, margaritas with fresh lime juice and Mrs. Foodie’s ah-maz-ing cookies. The best I’ve ever had. All of the girls had a blast outside in the pool and on the trampoline. These little gymnasts are too cute.

On Monday, I was up bright and early for the Watermelon 5k in Winter Park. A big thank you to Track Shack for my bib! As always, Track Shack put on a well organized and fun race.

How cute are these bibs?

I planned to put forth a full effort, but I wasn’t expecting much given the brutal humidity and not having been on the track since March. I looked at my watch shortly after the race started and saw that I was running a 6:40 pace. I felt okay, but knew I couldn’t keep that pace up. I figured I’d just go with what felt good and if I crashed and burned at mile 2 or 3 – no big deal. This was just a fun race, after all – who cares? Which then got me thinking about why it was a “fun” race – because there was no chip time? Because there were no awards? Because there was no official record of your running time? All things I’ll be pondering over the next couple of weeks.

Anyway, by the time I got to mile 3 I was done. I spent the first half of that mile wondering if I should just phone it in or keep going as best I could, even though I knew I had slowed down. I saw a couple of friends during the third mile which distracted me from the discomfort. Right around mile 2.6 I saw a friend and fellow runner who cheered me on and gave me the push I needed to pick it up a notch and finish the last half mile. (Only two laps around the track – that’s nothing! The things we tell ourselves.) If you’ve ever doubted how much of an impact you make cheering for runners during a race- don’t. People who take the time to be out there and cheer on racers are THE BEST and they get me through every time.

Rounding the corner and seeing the finish line = glorious.

Part of my third mile was slower than seven minutes but I was able to pick it up during the last portion of it and for the last .1 stretch:


I was shocked when I got to the finish and saw that I was going to beat my best 5k time. I was so happy and proud of myself!


Despite the time and full 3.1 plus distance on my watch, I’m calling my time 21:29 because I think I might have started my watch a second or two late. I typically press the start button when I cross over the starting mat, but because it was not a chipped race there was no starting mat which threw me off a little bit. Plus, my watch lost the signal during the national anthem (which gave me goosebumps, I might add) and I may have hit the button right after I passed the starting flag. Only runners would obsess about that second and potentially imperfect data.

Still, even a 21:29 is 12 seconds faster than my pervious PR from last September. When I started racing three years ago, I never thought I’d run much faster than an 8 minute per mile pace, especially for more than one mile. It’s crazy what a little work, some early mornings and great coaching (thanks, Bill!) can do.

After the race I dripped around Central Park, caught up with some friends and saw my sister, nieces and brother-in-law (who pulled his hamstring during the race…ouch). I did a mile cool down run and then came home to get ready for a day of fun (after the cleaning and cooking).

I spent the rest of the holiday with a house full of little girls, one baby boy, friends and family. Perfection.

This table is what holidays are all about.

We ended the night at Lake Eola watching the fireworks.

Three got the best seat in the house for fireworks.

What a fantastic day!

What is your favorite holiday?

Anyone else race? 


We are having spring this year and it’s pretty awesome

I am loving this weather. We get so few transition weeks in Orlando that sometimes I forget about them until they are upon us. Like that week or two in November or December when we get fall for a few days (sometimes). Or the glorious month of April when we get to leave behind the gray, damp chilliness of February and the unpredictable but often disappointing weather of March. I think my general disdain for March harkens back to all those years in Illinois. After getting out of the frigid weather in December, January and February, March mentally brought the promise of spring and better weather ahead. It might even tease you with a day or two of spring.  But deep down March was about dirty snow, dead trees, brown grass, gray skies and cold winds, and you couldn’t help but feeling cheated, depressed, and angry that spring failed to arrive and you had to deal with more winter weather. Orrrrr maybe that’s just me.

So April! One of the best months of the year. And we’ve been enjoying it. I loved getting back to some reasonable spring temperatures and this pretty pre-sunrise sky after arriving home from our trip to Washington, DC.


Easy runs and cross training have been on the  exercise agenda since my last race a week and half ago. I’ve been trying to let my feet and calves recover by resting more and giving them a break from speed work.

I captured this picture yesterday morning during an easy six miler.

cherokee swan/rtnr

Another rite of spring: The IOA Corporate 5k. I’ve never run this massive race (17,000 people on our downtown brick roads makes for a congested slow moving race), but I walked downtown with the girls to see Bill finish in second place. Awesome placing after running the Cherry Blossom Ten Miler Race four days earlier.

We'd already been waiting thirty minutes for the race to start...
We’d already been waiting thirty minutes for the race to start…
Way to go, Bill!

Other signs of spring abound! Later in the week Two found the first jasmine flower on our fence. That kid notices everything. I can’t wait until our fence is in full bloom.


Good weather means time to get out on the bikes. And time to clear out the trikes and get Three a big girl bike with training wheels. P.S. where did my baby go?


Practice makes perfect and these spring flowers are gorgeous.


Bike riding: Can’t stop won’t stop.


Don’t worry, Three’s helmet is on the way. I guess the helmet we got One when she was eighteen months old wasn’t going to fit someone around here forever.

Other spring adventures: Softball! We are making our way through One’s first softball season. All in all, she likes it, although she vacillates between panic attacks when it’s her turn to bat and pride when she can tell she is getting better each week. She loves being part of a team; we lucked out with the most patient coach in the world and a great group of really kind girls.

The little girls love One’s practices because they get to run around and explore the huge grassy area surrounding the field. They both come back to me looking like this: bedraggled hair, sweaty rosy cheeks, covered in dirt with an emphasis around the knees, and with sand and dirt under their fingernails and in their shoes and socks. And more likely than not they also found “treasures” which have ranged from computer chips to animal bones. And I couldn’t be happier.

ragamuffin / rtnr

Side note: softball is a very time consuming sport which has resulted in quite a few packed dinners that are eaten on the bleachers. I’m still getting used to that.

Moving on to spring treats. Our neighbor grows papayas in his backyard and randomly leaves them on our doorstep for us to enjoy. How nice is that? He told me that his mother used to make him papaya smoothies with ice, milk and a little vanilla extract. We tried it and added in some frozen banana too. Soooo good. Perfect spring treat.


What is your favorite season?

In Illinois, definitely summer. In Florida, definitely spring. April and May are my favorite months here.

What are your favorite parts of spring?

The flowers, the vibrant shades of green on the trees, and the anticipation of summer break right around the corner.



High Speed Quads, Low Speed Weekend

Hope your Valentine’s Day was everything you expected. Our kids slept in, we enjoyed a leisurely home cooked breakfast and spent some quality family time together. Just kidding. Two was up by 7 and on day two of some icky virus that sort of seems like a mild flu. Bill and I each separately made it out for a morning run so breakfast for the kiddos was cereal. In my defense it was heart cereal. So yeah, pretty much everything we expected.

Three hopes you had a happy Valentine’s Day

Rewind to Friday night. #fridaynightpizzanight at Anthony’s as usual.

Photobombed by Three

Big big night. We got our fill of pizza and headed home for an early night of Pinkalicious reading, Nat Geo watching, watch charging and playlist perfecting. We really do lead very exciting lives.

We were up bright and early for Track Shack’s Run 4 Love race on Saturday morning. This was one of the races in the Track Shack series. It was previously a 5k, but was changed this year to a four mile race. Kind of bummer because, while not the most exciting course, it’s a great PR course. It has always been a flat course on all asphalt roads (brick roads are so prevalent in Winter Park and downtown Orlando it’s rare to have a race without them) except for the very end of the race which finishes on a track. I think that running on a track automatically makes you run faster. So fun to finish a race on one!

As always, Track Shack put on a well-organized, well-sponsored, fun race. We typically partake in all of the post-race festivities and stay through the awards ceremony, but we had to run out on Saturday because One and Two both had somewhere (different) to be by 9:30. These crazy kids and their schedules.

Our friends, team Robb-ery, stayed for the awards and sent us the results of the Sole Mate Challenge. The High Speed Quads managed to slide into third.

I don’t use the term “weak link” often but…

Valentine’s Day got off to a slow start, but One and I spent part of the afternoon breaking in her softball mitt and wandering around the Lake Eola Farmer’s Market. I purposely left my phone at home yesterday afternoon so I could enjoy some undistracted time with One, but I wish I’d taken some pictures of the farmer’s market. Even though we live only a mile from Lake Eola, I typically go to the Winter Park Farmer’s Market on Saturday because they have the best kettle corn in the world (so salty, not overly sweet, huge kernels). Apparently they sell other things there too. But priorities. Anyway, I didn’t make it to Winter Park on Saturday, and was having a fierce craving for kettle corn, so we picked up a second tier bag downtown on Sunday. Wow, the Lake Eola market has really taken off in the past few years with tons of local food and locally grown produce. We’ll be back.

This random post is almost over, don’t worry. I just had to add that Bill finished the bookshelf for One’s room. We moved it in yesterday. Doesn’t it look awesome?

We will have to sacrifice some furniture in her room to make space for this bookshelf, but totally worth it. This will be filled up in no time. We cannot keep up with our little bookworm and all of her books. 

Bill’s first project was making a table for the Big Green Egg (which he finished staining yesterday – pictures to come soon). This was his second piece of furniture ever. I’m impressed. He uses big saws and real tools and stuff. Quite the woodworker. I’m so proud of him!

Anyone else run a race this weekend?

What was the best thing you did this weekend?


Waterbug and other bugs

First race of the new year is done and done. Here is my succinct (I tried!) review.

Race: Florida Hospital Lady Track Shack 5k

Race location: Lock Haven Park

New course was: bricky. Many people really disliked all of the turns but, for reasons discussed later in this post having to do with my stride length, I didn’t really notice them.

Porta potties were: plentiful.

My day was: Good! I ran a weird race for me, as I’m normally able to lock into a pace pretty well or have negative splits (which means each mile is a little faster). However, because this was a women’s only race, there weren’t as many people around to pace me. I ran the first mile at a 7:01 pace (per my Garmin). By mile 2, there weren’t many runners around me (there were plenty of others ahead of me, I just couldn’t see them) which made it harder for me to maintain my pace. I cruised on through with a 7:12 minute mile. My pace for mile 3 was 6:52, and the last bit of the race was a 6:27 pace. That last 1.1 mile hurt. I ended up at 21:56 which was good enough for 16th place overall and 3rd in my age group.

The very best part of my day was: seeing Bill and the girls cheering for me right at the end of mile 3. They may have been the only reason I was able to finish strong. This is the first time the girls have seen me race, and I was not expecting them to be there on this cold early morning. It made my day and gave me such a boost!

Silly faces and sleepyheads. 

The funniest part of the day was: Bill telling me that, from a distance, I looked like a waterbug (waterbug?) running the last .2 kilometers to finish the race. I was hoping for something more graceful or even fierce but, no, a waterbug. He later tried to explain that the term has been used to describe short muscular football players who can move quickly and close to the ground. Hmmm….I’d rather be soaring. But I am a textbook mesomorph who will never have long legs with a big stride who can make running fast look graceful and easy. I’ll be powering my way through every damn time with my itty bitty stride length. The struggle is real, folks.

Moving on to kids and cool places, I (quite coincidentally) took Three to see the Big Bugs exhibit at Leu Gardens a few days after the race. It was so cool! It’s hard for my uncreative self to imagine creating the huge display bugs.


This was my favorite.

We had a great time. The weather was gorgeous and the gardens were beautiful and not crowded at all. The garden is a manageable size – there was plenty of space and wide open paths for Three to run around, but I never felt like we were more than a ten minute walk to our car. I ended up buying a Family Membership because I definitely want to take One and Two back to see the bugs. There are many other interesting events throughout the year that I would like to check out as well. The membership was inexpensive and allows us to also visit other gardens across the country free of charge. I’m looking forward to checking out some new places and spaces this year. What about you?


Any gardens in your area that you love to visit?

Are there any new places you want to check out this year? 



Family skiing at Keystone

We arrived home from our first family ski trip a few days ago. Wow. What a blessing it was to be able to take our kiddos skiing. It’s something Bill and I have wanted to do since I was pregnant with One eight years ago. And then it was babies and pregnancy and nursing and the recession. It meant a lot to us to be able to share something that we love so much with our girls.

When we decided to book our trip this year we considered Steamboat (where Bill and I went last year), Keystone and Winter Park (the latter two based on friends’ recommendations as family friendly resorts). We ultimately decided on Keystone Resort in Colorado. Off to Denver we flew!

After a ninety minute shuttle ride from the Denver airport, we arrived at Keystone. It was a long day of travel, but we managed to check into our condo and pick up our gear before heading out to dinner.

Monday morning…ready to ski! We dropped the girls off at ski school at 9:30am. Keystone divides the ski school into two general groups: 3-6 year olds and 7-14 year olds. That meant that One was off on her own, and Two and Three were in the same class together. They were all super excited to learn how to ski!

And off they go!

We didn’t have to pick the girls up until 3:30 so Bill and I enjoyed three days of skiing together which was awesome. For the first two days, the weather was unseasonably warm – I think the high temperature the first day was around 35. The second day was a little cooler but sunny and clear. The third day was chilly, windy and snowy, which I was less thrilled about, but I loved the constant fresh powder.


All in all, we had a great time skiing at Keystone. We had access to three mountains and all of the lifts we rode moved quickly. We had to wait at the chairlifts/gondola for about five minutes three times while we were there (mostly at the base of the mountain). Other than that, we walked right on to every lift, and rarely had to share the lift with anyone else. At most, a local single skier hopped on with us and gave us great tips on where to ski.  The trails were fairly wide and the snow conditions were really good. We also loved the convenience of the resort. Keystone Sports, where we rented our skis, was twenty steps from our condo. The gondola and ski school were about 150 meters. The kids could store their skis at ski school so other than the first morning, we didn’t have to carry all.the.gear. We had breakfast at Inxpot, the cutest bakery/coffee shop, right next door to our condo, and walked less than 100 meters (can you tell we are runners?) to restaurants at night.

The view from our condo
View from the top of the mountain with a side of Bill’s thumb.
Breakfast at Inxpot. Homemade muffins the size of Two’s head.

The ski school was great as well. One struggled the first day, turned it around on the second, and was skiing greens from the top of the mountain the third day. Two and Three ended up at the same level after three days of ski school. They are able to do some turning and can stop themselves. Each night, their instructors sent an email to me indicating the number of new skills they learned and their new level. They also gave us plenty of verbal feedback when we picked the girls up. I appreciated that the instructors tailored the class to the kids and, especially in the younger group, took a lot of breaks and incorporated some snow play into their day. Their philosophy (which I totally agree with) is to foster a love of skiing rather than forcing them to learn more when the kids need a break.

Apres ski kiddie style
Apres ski proper. There was a wooden fort and snow hill for the kids to play on right across from this bar/restaurant. Genius.

There were some things I wasn’t crazy about at Keystone. First: the lack of non-mogul black diamond trails. These are our favorite type of runs, and Keystone didn’t have many. I think it had only one. And that one was great, but it would have been nice to have more options. The lack of black runs did force us to ski a bunch of blue runs, and we did discover that some of their blues had some zip to them. At other resorts, those same blues might have been labeled as blue/black, double blue or even black. So it was great that we found some fun blue runs, but I wish the more adventurous/steeper blues were better labeled because you never knew what you were going to get. 

One after her last day of skiing. Icicles, tree branch, wild hair and all. She’ll be whizzing by us in a few years.

Second, there was a pretty big local snowboarding presence. Not my thing, but if it’s yours then this might be the right place for you.

Third, with the exception of Inxpot, which was an independently run bakery/coffee shop, the food was just….not that good. I mean you expect overpriced but I felt that, especially when compared to the amazing eats we had at Steamboat last year, the food was not of a very high quality. Which made paying the outrageous prices even harder to swallow. After a fairly unsatisfying lunch totaling $56 on the mountain the first day, we treated ourselves only to soup from the cafeteria style restaurant the following days and brought everything else with us (bananas, granola bars, muffins, water bottles, etc.). I’m super lucky that Bill doesn’t mind wearing a backpack while he skis. He even kept an extra layer for me with him. He’s the sweetest!

This measly bowl of soup cost $13! At least the company was good.

All in all, our visit to Keystone was fun and memorable, and I feel very fortunate that we were able to make a family trip happen. All three girls learned a lot and can’t wait to ski again next year, Bill and I got some quality time doing one of our favorite activities, and we had a lot of great family time together.

Three new skiers!

Best ski resort you have been to? Why? 

This is a hard one. Steamboat was an all around great place to ski with a great food and drink scene. Vail’s trails can’t be beat, but crowds.

What do you think is the best age for kids to learn to ski? 

After our experience this year, I’m going to agree with what pretty much everyone has always told us: 6-7 years old.



Eleven Pictures for Eleven Weeks

OUC Half Marathon 2014. I finished (and enjoyed!) my first half.
A lot of family walks and a little family tree climbing happened over Christmas break.
Super runner…and tree climber.
Speaking of Christmas, all of the kiddos were surprised with bikes on the big morning.
I finally finished this book. It was so dense, but so interesting. Makes you think. A lot.
Steamboat Springs, Colorado with my BFF.
Our nine year reunion and it felt so good.
Not a bad way to spend three days while the kiddos hung out with Grandma (she is the best!)
This field trip to the Kennedy Space Center elevated Orlando theme parks big time for me.
Valentine’s Day started off with a local 5k race with my Love and ended with movie night with my Lovies. Popcorn was involved. Couldn’t ask for more.



Feeling Grateful

Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. It’s simple. It’s genuine. It’s not about buying stuff you don’t need. It’s just about taking time to appreciate what you have, and hopefully celebrating with people you care about. I also look forward to good food and observing and creating traditions. How can anyone not love Thanksgiving??

I am one of those people that gets seriously annoyed when people, but especially businesses, try to gloss right over Thanksgiving as if it doesn’t even exist, and move straight from Halloween to Christmas. Rude. My girls are well-trained in observing my biases and I like it. “Mommy! Did you see that wreath! They are forgetting about Thanksgiving!” and “We are not shopping there – they have their Christmas tree up already!”

Being a parent is fun.

Back to Thanksgiving:


My wonderful family minus my brother – not that he is not wonderful he is just not in the photo. He better come here for Christmas, just sayin’

The People: My family is the best! My sister’s family, my parents and a close family friend rounded out our table. I’m thankful that my sister’s family lives so close to us – just a couple of years ago we thought there was no way we’d ever live in the same city (or as these former Miamians (?) say “the great village of Orlando”).

My parents are just the best. I can honestly say that I want to raise my kids just like they raised us. How many adults can say that? They seemed to know what to do all the time, and struck a great balance between giving us independence yet setting boundaries, and providing constant love and support without pushing us or being all helicoptery.

And Linda, our close family friend, has been with us forever. She used to be/kind of still is my dad’s assistant, and is known for bringing her famous homemade fudge to all of our birthday parties when we were kids, and spoiling us with junk food and Disney paraphernalia. She lives in Orlando too. So cool to have my people here.

The Traditions and Food: What you can’t see in the picture above is the creamed corn served in the dish my grandmother always served it in, the sweet potatoes and apples also served in my grandmother’s traditional dish, my mom’s homemade stuffing, cranberries from the can because it’s tradition (and homemade because it’s just good bpa-free sense), and two apple pies and one pumpkin pie all made from scratch by my mom and sister. And the standard turkey, mashed potato and veggies that complete the table every year. Not that I would call Bill’s turkey standard because it rocked. Or should I say they rocked. One traditional turkey in the oven and one smoked in the Big Green Egg. He even made an herb brush to brush the olive oil on the birds. He’s gourmet like that.



Smoked turkey getting ready for some board sauce.

Oh, and my sister’s jello. Something about lemon jello (I think) mixed with cream cheese and whipping cream. She is the only one who eats it (along with the creamed corn) but it must always be on the table because it always has been on the table. Plus, we enjoy making fun of her for it every year. It never gets old. To us. We may not be big on the fancy table settings, but we know our food and make it every year. Tradition.


Brussels on their way to the oven. My mom and I discovered this recipe in Real Simple a few years ago and we can’t get enough of it. A recent but delicious addition to tradition. That rhymes.

Another tradition that Bill and I are cultivating: The Turkey Trot! We have participated the past few years and we think it’s a great way to start the day. I was so close to getting my mom to come with us and walk it this year, but she decided to join my dad and watch the girls so that Bill and I could jog up to the race together and run it. Such a fun run AND a gorgeous morning. Our cool down was jogging back to the house to pick up the girls for the Tot Trot. One and Two were really looking forward to it and had a great time.







Post Meal: After everyone went home Bill and I cuddled up with the girls on our couch and watched Home Alone (I know). It was the girls’ first time watching it and they loved it. Bill and I were just enjoying them. There was Two busting out her genuine hearty laugh, Three snuggling right into our laps and One chattering away reminding us how much she really “gets” now.  So very grateful for all of it.



There are alligators in mine bed

Two is five and Three is three! These kiddos are getting too old too fast.


We like to set expectations for birthday parties and presents extremely low in our house so, other than a first birthday party with our friends, none of the girls have had a “friends birthday party.” We always celebrate their special day as a family. We start the day with sprinkle pancakes on the birthday plate and usually end the day with their choice of a birthday dinner and cake with my sister’s family and any other family members that are in town and around.


Birthday breakfast

The girls also bring a treat to school and get some love from their school friends and teachers. Trying to keep up with the Pinterest inspired themed parties and planning “entertainment” for the kids (because that seems to be expected nowadays) overwhelms me just thinking about it. I want to celebrate my girls and enjoy their day and not yell and be stressed out because I’m frantically trying to clean and decorate my house while also making homemade party favors and a perfectly decorated cake. That may be somebody’s jam but it most certainly is not mine. And not to be a way, but my kids and house just don’t need more toys. So simple birthdays make us all very happy.

We did get to share some cake with Two’s class at the monthly class picnic the day before her actual birthday. So fun to see her interact with her friends at the park. I love these monthly get-togethers (do you see how I’m refusing to say playdate?).

At the park I started talking to one her classmate’s grandmothers, a spunky southern woman (let’s call her “SSG” for short), who says what she thinks and I love her for it. I mentioned how it was so nice that she was able to take her granddaughter to the park, especially when her daughter, my friend, was having a Day and just needed some help. SSG told me how much she enjoyed her time with her granddaughters and how she hated the oft-repeated phrase that grandkids are great because you can give them back. “That’s not why they are great!” she said. Grandkids are wonderful as a grandparent because by that time you realize just how fleeting it all is.


We all talk about enjoying the moment and being present and how it goes by so quickly and we get it, really we do, but so often I feel like I’m just trying to make it through the day without yelling too much at my kids or the driver in front of me. SSG reminded me that the daily frustrations we feel because Three had two accidents in one day all over the (semi) clean floor, or because Two has gone from 0-10 in two seconds refusing to wear her (new) leggings because they are too tight (uh, yeah) and “don’t feel right,” or because One can’t find her homework, or shoes, or reading log yet again, are just part of this phase of parenting. Frustrating and annoying  now but they will soon pass and you will wonder why you ever got mad when your just turned 3 year old had an occasional accident, or when your five year old had no problem telling you exactly what was bothering her and how to fix it, or when your six year old bookworm was living in the moment (or Harry Potter’s) and not worrying about a thing in the world.

That very night Three woke up crying in the middle of the night. My first reaction was, “Ugh, not tonight, a solo parenting night when I stayed up too late watching Revenge. Again.” But, as a good parent should do, I walked into her room and asked her what was wrong. “There are alligators in mine bed!” she cried. My sweet baby. Heart melting. Loving her little mind and her need for reassurance by me in the quiet distraction free night. I double checked her bed and told her that they were gone and she could get back in. “But where did they go?” she asked. I squeezed myself into her little toddler bed, held her tight and reassured her that alligators can’t live outside of water (which I think is mostly true?) and that mommy would keep her safe. My heart was bursting with love for my baby who I could hold and love and soothe and protect.

I know that there is a time in the not too distant future when I will long for the days when the word “my” didn’t exist and her cute little voice talked about “mine eyeballs” and “mine bed.” I will probably even long for the nights when she woke up scared, crying out for her mommy’s comfort.  And the occasional accidents and lost sleep?  I don’t think I’ll remember or care about those things too much. Fleeting, my friends, fleeting.


A brand new year of being five starts now.

I’m reminding myself again to appreciate this phase of life, especially now that there are busy holiday seasons ahead. So when I feel rushed and frazzled and frustrated and ready to get all red-faced and yelly I’m going to think about this one word: fleeting. Hopefully that can give me the fresh perspective I need in that moment (or at least shortly thereafter?). I’ll let you know how it goes.

Parents: how do you manage the daily frustrations with little ones?

Favorite word or phrases your kiddos say or used to say?

Do you go all out for birthdays or reign it in?