Real life, on purpose.

Day 25. It was a glasses kind of day. You know, the kind when you just want to be lazy and comfy and possibly take a nap. And eat leftovers. Lots and lots of leftovers. Pity there wasn’t any chocolate pie left, but don’t worry. There was still pumpkin cheesecake. It all worked out. When I asked David what shoes… View Post

Day 24. I had excused myself to nurse Amelia while everyone else helped themselves to some post-Thanksgiving-feast pie, when I heard David’s voice from the other room. Suddenly I was overwhelmed with gratitude for the two best things that have ever come into my life: the tiny sweet girl who was grabbing at my nose as she ate and the… View Post

Day 23. This is what I wore today. And this is what I did whilst wearing it. Lots of baking. Also tending a sad, teething baby. I’m tired. shirt: LOFT / skirt: Gap / apron: made by my sister-in-law Emily / awesome grandpa socks / no idea, but I love them and wear them ALL THE TIME You may also… View Post

Day 22. A real-life, five-minutes-ago David & Jen conversation: “Buckwheat is singing in my head. ‘Unce. Tice. Tee times a maybe.’” “Well I have that one song, ‘Somethin’ summunuh hummah…I just made you say underwear…’” “I totally know the one you mean.” “Those are the actual lyrics, you know.” “Sure. I’m just glad that the only part anyone really knows… View Post