Four years ago, I felt bad that we lived so close but didn’t make it to the Inauguration. But Harper wasn’t three months old, and was fighting a cold. Or maybe it was that she wasn’t sleeping. It could’ve been that I was anxious about taking an infant and toddler through crowds and the cold. Whatever the reason, what I… View Post

Harper and I are holding hands as our skates click on the ice. We are taking little steps, not pushing the skates as we should. Harper thinks that the faster she moves the better she will skate, and I am trying to tell her that if she figures out how to glide, if she moves slowly, she might get it…. View Post

A good friend of mine has a blog that records the life of she and her husband and their three beautiful little girls.  At the end of one post she wrote that they are tired and overwhelmed at times, but thankful and blessed too.  This seems like a perfect way to describe parenthood and if I were to give anyone… View Post

It was just us girls last week.  Jesse was away talking smack about hurricanes so Hadley, Harper and I kept ourselves busy doing all sorts of fun things. (By the way, “Talking Smack About Hurricanes” was the exact title of the conference.) If you’re ever unsure who  drew which picture, here is a signature Harper detail: she makes Hadley small…. View Post

Wearing: Apparently I have the same style tastes as a six year old girl.  Here we are wearing red corduroys.  You can say something when I start to think that those tulle tu-tu skirts all the four year olds are wearing might be an outfit option for me, too.  This might happen. I love tulle. You know about my wedding dress, right?… View Post