"Hurry, hurry." I tell him. "We're going to be late." "What's late?" He asks casually, not hurrying at all. I've explained "late" at least a…
Lori BlairMarch 26, 2014
There are days when we dance. We dance in the kitchen at 3 in the afternoon after having a snack or feeding A. We leave…
Lori BlairMarch 12, 2014
Note: Today is actually N's 1/2 birthday. He's 3 and a 1/2 today. I wrote this 6 months ago, on his 3rd birthday, but today…
Lori BlairMarch 7, 2014
Today I realized the ugly truth. I am being selfish. I've been feeling a tad guilty since my last post. I was focusing on what I…
Lori BlairFebruary 27, 2014
There are days when I'm jealous of my husband. There. I said it. I watch him, as he kisses us, wishes us a good day,…
Lori BlairFebruary 20, 2014
Time marches on. My itty-bitty is six months old today. It's incredible really ... how fast it goes. I wonder if she knows; if she'll…
Lori BlairFebruary 14, 2014
Some days my heart is so full, the words just pour out. This one is for my little ones so that they may always know…
Lori BlairJanuary 22, 2014
Toward the end of my pregnancy with A, I became a sentimental mess. I couldn't help but worry that I'd forget about the lovely three…
Lori BlairJanuary 15, 2014
I wrote this poem almost a year ago. R and I had just received some interesting (not-so-good) news and I was feeling scared. We'd been…
Lori BlairJanuary 8, 2014