MOMMY, I WANT AN APPLE. (how do you ask nicely?) PLEEEEASE. (try it again from the beginning.) PLEASE MAY I HAVE AN APPLE. (see? that’s better. if you just ask for it politely from the beginning, i’ll just get it for you.) YEAH. JUST GET IT FOR ME. (…..) also, you know how henry talks …

overwhelmed and trying, as always, to stuff too much into our already busted-out-the-seams life. i’m trying to let myself off the hook for more. delegate, choose relaxing over ass kicking on occasion. it’s a good goal for 2015. (2015?? SHIT! WHAT DAY IS IT? CHRISTMAS IS NEXT WEEK? WHAT? OH IT’S THANKSGIVING? THEN WHY ARE …

alright. well. anna cakes is 10 months old. she is growing weed-like and developing all kinds of new tricks. she stands on her own now for 5 seconds before falling hard on her dupa (polish for butt). she doesn’t seem to mind. her tenacity and focus on her goals is really (terrifying) remarkable. she is …

i was picking up my birth control at the pharmacy the other day with my wee curious tag-along in the car and he asked me, “MOMMY, WHAT ARE WE DOING?” (getting my…medicine), “MOMMY, WHY DO YOU NEED MEDICINE? ARE YOU SICK?” …i’m so embarrassed to say i got all weird and awkward and stammary until …

nothing has changed. i’m still an angsty teenager with too much eye makeup. when i have too much feels, i write a song. i never remember the tune that i wrote after the first time of cry-singing it in my car, so now it’s a poem.  i’m internalizing terribly over this horrendous news story and …

5:15 in the AM, in the year of the Lord 2014 on the 2nd of November the children woke up. there were more than the regular amount of children, because we were slumber partying with henry’s honorary cousin last night. and they all woke up. 5:20-5:30 in the AM, in the year of the Lord 2014 on the 2nd …

so, sometimes i feel like my life is like this recurring story. it’s a really good story- awesome and full of great characters, and i really don’t mean to complain about it, (but will, of course), but it is a story on repeat. and it can feel exhausting and defeating sometimes. like i’m living out …