Curse you Frozen for never allowing me to say any conjugation of “let” and “go” without wanting to belt Elsa’s song at the top of my lungs. I even envision my soul spiraling in frozen fractals all around… Continue reading “Letting Things Go”
Written after watching the VMA’s, edited here and there along the way.
I had to hide my child’s eyes too many times tonight. I wanted to watch the VMA’s so that I could hear a bit of newer music. See who is sounding good. Watch Taylor Swift’s new music video. We never watch TV so I thought, okay let’s go for it. Continue reading “My Response to the VMA’s”
Touch is powerful. When Joel and I held hands for the first time, it was electric. I don’t mean to sound dramatic here, but Joel had only hugged me or lightly put his arm around me for at least the first couple months of our relationship. So on a chilly night in early spring, fire crackling in front of us, Joel slipped his fingers through mine. Finger. By. Finger. The butterflies came up out of my tummy and into my throat. I’ve never seen Joel act in impulse. This wasn’t just hormonal or emotional, it was intentional. There was purpose behind it. He didn’t just have an urge to touch me and do it. He was saying I was important. Worth his time. He was saying he saw a future with me and was ready for whatever was next on our great adventure. He wasn’t acting on an in the moment “feeling…” Continue reading “I Got a Feelin’…”
I grew up with a fascination for wildlife from as early as I can remember. I collected caterpillars, caught bumblebees, captured leopard frogs, toyed with toads, netted butterflies, inspected beetles and ladybugs, played with kittens, held baby bunnies, scouted for crayfish, swam for turtles, spotted birds (and their nests), picked up snakes, peddled grasshoppers (seriously, I sold them for 25c at a garage sale once. 50c for the red-winged ones), carried baby geese and ducks, petted dogs, horses, cows and cats. Continue reading “What I’ve Learned From Animals”
Downtown Chattanooga has a TON of adorable coffee shops. There are hole-in-the-wall type cafes with local art on the walls. Some with outdoor patios, fancy flavors and succulents in the window sills. I’ve been to some pretty modern ones as well with metal furnishings and quiches that cost $20, but could fit in the palm of your hand. Continue reading “Old Friends & New Coffee Shops”
I don’t mind waiting rooms so much. Usually I have a book to read or can scroll through Instagram long enough to keep me occupied. But I never want to be in a waiting room.
Waiting rooms will guarantee one or more of the following unpleasant scenarios: Continue reading “Life in a Waiting Room”
We did it. We took the baby and slept in a tent for three days near Destin, FL at a campsite near the beach. Sleep schedules got a little messed up and we definitely had to go with the flow. But we did it and we all lived to tell about it. Continue reading “Could Ya’ll Be Any More Pleasant?”
We finally painted Olson’s room and I’m just so happy with how it all looks now! The paint really helped bring together all the random pieces that we have in Olson’s room. All of his furniture was either given to us or we found it on Craig’s List. And all the decor in his room was from baby showers or purchased from artists that we know. None of it was intended to go together. Oh well! We like it 🙂 Continue reading “A Nursery Tour”