How You Know Your Youngest Is Nearing Two.

So Des is turning two the same day as Scarlet’s preschool graduation.

Life..really about that one? I keep calling it two reasons to cry. Everyone else calls it two reasons to celebrate and be happy. Personally, I think we’re both right. There is no way to contain even a fraction of my love for these two in existence, much less in a blog post. I mean, sometimes I love them so much, it’s hard to exist. And mostly I love them so much, it’s easier to exist.

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug


And I know I’ll have a lot more to say on the subject as it gets closer, but for now, I just notice so many changes in these kids. Scarlet seems to be coming out of her toddler-preschooler screechiness very beautifully. And Des, let’s just say Des is making it so clear to me that he’s turning two next month. So what is it that happens when your youngest child (thus far) is nearing two?

– You were so sure you only wanted one kid until your oldest turned two. But then you really, really, really, really knew that you only wanted two kids. Until your second is nearing two..Then you start to think a third kid isn’t a bad idea. Even if it is.

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

– You find yourself catching your breath a lot, knowing that you’re nearly two years gone from your last birth.

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

– You find matchbox cars in the toilet and in the garbage can – under the raw eggshells.

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

– Sometimes he streaks through the house yelling, “Runaway Nakey!” He knows how to take off his own diaper and pee on the floor.

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

– You need space, and you don’t need space. He needs space, and he doesn’t need space.

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

– You find yourself wondering if the nice, gentle baby streak is over and he might start having a-hole moments that aren’t flukes, but becoming regular.

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

– After you have dropped your older one at preschool and “Let It Go” comes on the radio, you breathe a sigh of relief that you can switch the station. Until, your nearly two-year-old shouts, “No! Let It Doh!” And you have to listen to the whole song.

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

– Now that your near two-year-old is talking a lot, your older child is trying to teach him how to yell “penis”!

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

– Your child is fluent in his own language, and maybe only you understand him. Even when he yells, “Penis!”

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

– You’re simultaneously mourning the loss of your baby, and welcoming the new kid he’s becoming..

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

..but you’ve done this before. And you know the way it squeezes your heart, leaves it out to dry, and fills it again with all of the good stuff. Day after day.

We Made Our Own Blogging Convention!

It started as a non-joke joke.

You know the type. It’s when you say something you really mean but maybe you think it’s too far-fetched, offensive or vulgar, so you pose it as a joke. Then if the person/people on the other side of the non-joke joke take the bait, well, you were half serious all along!

I’m really glad that Ilene and Michelle (and eventually Stephanie) took the bait.


The blogging connections I have made since early 2013 are pretty much priceless. I have a lot more joy in my life than I ever thought possible from the simple act of joining a blogging community, and then being introduced to many overlapping and blogging friends of blogging friends, and so on. I love the way it is right now, and I love knowing that there are more of you out there that I’ll “meet” through blogging, and still others more that I will inevitably meet in real life. Last week’s idea started as a daydream, to be honest.

Michelle from A Dish of Daily Life lives in southern New England like I do. Ilene from The Fierce Diva Guide To Life could get to us, before a major life change is about to happen for her. As a surprise, Stephanie from So, I’ve Been Thinking.. isn’t so far either.

And suddenly, we found ourselves with a plan, and then a beautiful reality:

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug
(photo by Michelle’s daughter using Michelle’s camera) Clockwise from top left: Stephanie, Me, Des, Michelle, Ilene.

I did not bring Scarlet to this. In some ways I wish I had, but she was sick and having a blast with her Grandma.

I talk often, whether here or in person, about the power of adult friendships. I was stunned by the experience of making friends through having babies at the same time at my Beyond Birth group at the hospital. It’s such a time of life. You may or may not see your friends’ boobs on the first play date. You may or may not be un-showered or in sweats or struggling or heavier (in pounds) than ever. You may be asking for help, right off the bat. And I’m not talking about borrowing a cup of sugar. Really powerful stuff.

Then the babies get older, and some of the friendships drift away. You keep the ones you want to hang out with when your kids hang out. You keep the ones you trust. With your kids. With yourself. The number gets lower than originally, but a steady amount stay.

New ones form inevitably with school. Without a “normal” workplace for me, I wondered if I’d make new friends through something other than my kids. I just never knew how it could come from blogging, of all things. Kids are involved, sure, but we were here first.

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

I know what it is, I think. And I’m ok not having all of the answers too. Why question a good thing? I may not see many of you in person, but I can see your hearts. We all meet from the inside out. Weakness shows, when we allow it. Overwhelming beauty, wonder and wisdom does too. We may laugh and cry with each other on any given day. This is where we choose to be.

And I choose you. Yes, you. (and you, and you, and you!)

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug



I could tell you all about it. How I drove up to Michelle’s (lovely) house and how I didn’t know I was at the right place at first. And then she answered the door and I knew right away, although she was prettier than in gravatars (who knew?!) and had a different voice than I imagined. I met her wonderful kids – who are unfortunately not in my photos. I could tell you that standing in the kitchen of a blogger who I’ve never missed a post from was like standing in a book. Everyone became real as unknown puzzle pieces fit together.

And then there was calling Ilene a “babe.” I was really embarrassed about it and I hoped she had forgotten about it, but no, you don’t forget that, do you? No matter how many photos you see of a person, or how many posts you read, you’re not fully prepared. Since I had no idea what her voice sounded like, I was surprised that she sounded like my old friend, Jana. Jana is someone that people always look at it and say, “She’s a babe.” It’s NOT a word I ever use but I blurted out, “Oh, you’re a babe like my friend, Jana!

Hopelessly, tragically uncool. It’s totally not how I talk. I meant it, but, you don’t just meet someone and call them a babe, do you?

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug
(Des thought so too.)

I could say so much more. About meeting Stephanie as a surprise after I had just read a post of hers that really resonated with me. I could talk about the kids meeting, or the adults meeting the kids, or the good luck of a ladybug by the pool, or a million other things..

..but I think I’ll let the photos take this story home.

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug
(Des is the lucky, but unshown Peek-a-boo receiver)

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug



Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

I trust this nine-year-old with Des more than I trust many adults I know…

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug


Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

What’s it been like for you, to meet bloggers in real life? If you ever meet me in real life, will you let me take a zillion photos?