A Letter To My (Second) Baby (7-12 Months)

To my sweet baby Theo,

Your first birthday is officially here and I can't believe it.


A Letter To My (Second) Baby: 6 Months

Theo Beo Pumpkin Pie*, 

Happy half birthday to you, my sweet boy! In July, when I was waiting to meet you, I constantly looked ahead (in my head) to January. I'd imagine you sitting up, interacting with Harrison and having a personality all your own. Somehow, here we are and let me tell you - you aren't disappointing. 

You're curious, blissfully happy, bubbly and harboring just a *smidgen* of Mommy-itis and Daddy-itis.


A Letter To My (Second) Baby: 5 Months

To my sweet Theodorable,

If it seems like I was just yammering on about how you had turned 4-months old, you're right. I published your 4-month letter earlier today and now I'm back with a timely 5-month letter. You win some, you lose some.


A Letter To My (Second) Baby: 4 Months

Theo my love, 

I apologize for publishing your 4-month letter on your 5-month birthday, but you (and your brother) keep me insanely busy. At the end of the day, once you're both asleep and the house is de-tornadoed, I'm ready to turn my brain off and completely zone out. But hey, you're *hopefully* getting your 4-month and your 5-month on the same day, so that's special, right?! 


A Letter To My (Second) Baby: 3 Months

Theo is 3 months!

Theo, my sweet,

Three months. Oy. Is it even possible? How can the newborn days have come and gone in just the blink of an eye? You continue to be my amiable, happy, relaxed baby and your personality is starting to show in leaps and bounds. You're such a treasure and it is SO easy to love you. Your smiles are just as contagious as they were in August and now, you've added a mischievous grin to your repertoire that makes me crazy. Maybe it's the combo of said mischievous grin and the "smile reaching the eyes" thing that you've mastered. Either way, I can't get enough and I live for the way your smiles make me feel.


A Letter To My (Second) Baby: 10 Weeks

Welcome, Theo!

Theodore Dean, my love, 

Welcome to the world, big guy. I'm so happy you're here!


I Got 99 Problems But A Front Door Ain't One

Dog in a storm door window.

Hit me! I haven't posted to this blog in 3 months and I owe it (and you) 3 definitive posts. I'm behind on our board & batten post (pre-Thanksgiving), our new front door post (pre-Hanukkah) and Harrison's 21-month letter (pre-Christmas). Oops. Here's an update on our front door while I get the other two posts together. Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving, Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas and Happy 2016. There. All caught up.

We first looked at this house in April 2009 and since April 2009, I've been dreaming of a new front door.


DIY Learning Tower

After a long, relaxing summer where we didn't tackle any major projects, we knocked one out yesterday. I've wanted a learning tower for some time, thinking it will help keep Harrison in the kitchen when I'm cooking, instead of stirring up trouble in the front room where I can't see him. I didn't, however, want to shell out $200.

If you haven't heard of a learning tower, you're not alone. I hadn't heard of one until going to a friend's house (Hi, MO!) and seeing one in her kitchen. Basically, it's an adjustable step stool on steroids. Here's the stock image for the "real" Learning Tower on Amazon. 


A Letter To My Husband (5 Years)


Happy October 15th, my love.

You just left for softball on our fifth wedding anniversary and just as I told you last week when you found out you had a game tonight, I'm not mad. After all, softball is a commitment, your team is counting on you and above all, the season is almost over. You told me that if I said the word, you'd skip the game but the way you honor your commitments is one of the 2,962,541 things I love about you. Lord knows I get more Matt than I can handle as soon as the season ends. Insert winky face here. 


A Letter To My Baby (18 Months)

Harr Bear is 18 months old!

Hi Harr Bear!

If I had any problem calling you a "toddler" up until this point, I better get over it because we're now closer to your second birthday than your first and that. is. crazy.