I’ve given up on new year’s resolutions. Instead, I spend all year searching for the perfect apps to keep me more organized in the next year. Here are four perennial favorites that have literally saved my sanity this past year. These are the apps I put on my friends’ phones. These are the services I make…
It’s that time of year when it gets dark before dinner and I just want to curl up with a good book the moment the dishes are done and the kids are in bed. At this stage of motherhood, I’m running low on sleep and short on time, so my favorite reads aren’t thick tomes…
It seems that each year it gets harder. The calendar gets full and the days get fuller. All this hustle and bustle in a season that is supposed to be about waiting and watching–for the King Who came and is coming. I got out the Christmas books early this year. An ever-changing stack of them is on…
I like old things. Old furniture, old books, old authors. Austen, Bronte, Alcott, Montgomery, Stratton-Porter, Wodehouse. We’re well on our way to having a personal library stocked with the finest in vintage fiction. It isn’t often that I find a “new” author I like. It is even more rare when I find a modern-day author…
a photographic celebration of babywearing #CarryThem
“What’s your favorite baby carrier?”
The question makes me laugh.
Especially when followed with, “If you could only buy one baby carrier, which would you buy?”
It’s like asking a cook what their favorite kitchen appliance is.
Or asking a man to choose just one tool out of his entire toolbox.
But since you asked, here are the favorites from my babywearing stash.
I love watching the mothering instinct bud in my girls. There’s something so precious about watching them snuggle a baby doll for the very first time. Seeing them gently kiss a baby sibling’s head. Tucking their stuffed animals in bed. My little ones mirror my actions so often it’s quite humbling. And sometimes, in the thick of motherhood,…
There are many precious moments in my life I wish I could freeze in time. These early years of motherhood, while filled with many challenges like sleepless nights and endless laundry, have blessed me with many treasured memories. And of all those priceless snapshots of time, I think that babywearing is one of the things I want to savor…
We were the couple buying vintage children’s books on our honeymoon. We had to laughingly explain to the clerk at the used book store that we didn’t have any children yet; we just liked children’s books. Nine years and four children later, our collection of children’s books has grown exponentially. And even though we may choose the board books…
Whenever I’m out and about, the comments about my babywearing make me smile. “They have all sorts of handy things these days!” “They never had that kind of thing when my kids were babies!” Once in awhile, I take the time to point out that babywearing is nothing new: other cultures have been practicing it…
I didn’t start out as a babywearing mama. Crunchy was the last word I’d have used to describe myself (except for the fact that we grow organic vegetables). I didn’t even know what babywearing was. In my mind, baby carriers were for long walks or hikes. Why would I need a baby carrier when I was…
Dearest little Sara Elizabeth, Where does one start with a birth story, little one? He knit you together in my womb many days before I even noticed the first little signs and took that test. The insatiable craving for pickles really should have been indication enough. But it was August 16 when I saw those…
The End.
The End.
