If I hear a good beat, I have to dance.  Or at least shake my shoulders a little….or my butt.  I have tried to not dance when my body really wants to.  Trust me, it isn’t good for the soul.  [Read more →]

Jack is 18 months old.  I can hardly believe it.  He is turning in to such a little boy.  As I write this, he is sitting on the couch, drinking his apple juice and enjoying a snack of pretzel sticks while watching some afternoon cartoons.  He is just so darn adorable. [Read more →]

Jack is coming up on his first birthday. I can’t believe it! I realize, reflecting back on the pre-Jack me, that I have learned so much about myself in these past 11+ months. [Read more →]

I have been looking forward to Mother’s Day for quite some time now. Last year, almost 8 months pregnant, I tried to include myself with the mothers. John kept telling me that it wasn’t my year yet. He did it in a joking manner…I’m sure he was terrified of sending his pregnant wife on a hormonal sob fest. [Read more →]