HOUSE OF KB

I watch these documentaries and get sucked in. And I mean, suuuuuuuucked in. I watched Blackfish and can now never go to Sea World. Those commercials about animal cruelty where Sarah McLachlan sings? It is not good. I watched Food, Inc. ten years ago and have not eaten veal since then. So why I thought it was a good idea to watch more documentaries about the food industry, I will never know. But here we are. I have been noticing as of late that my kids are not great eaters. T

Last year at this time I had just returned from an extraordinary weekend with friends. Where there was laughter and tears. Where the kids far outnumbered the adults. Where I went to nap for only 30 minutes and came down an hour later to happy kids and a smiling baby in a clean diaper and new outfit. The restorative nature of a nap cannot be overestimated. The gratefulness I felt coming upon that scene cannot be expressed. I returned home a week before the second of the third

Over the past couple of weeks, Parley has decided that she would like to walk. Not on her own yet, mind you. But holding hands and going everywhere. Everywhere!!! With her little high step and utter joy on her face. While my back is fried it would be so much worse if she didn't have Tristan wrapped around her finger. Or, more appropriately, her fingers wrapped around his as he walks her to and fro. To stay true to herself and her own way of doing things, thankyouverymuch, she

When we went through our first crisis a few years ago, I read a quote somewhere that was akin to - you don't know this new me, I put my pieces back together differently. It was true. In retrospect, maybe I hadn't refashioned myself different enough. Or maybe, as I am beginning to realize, I hadn't broken as much as I thought. Kinda like when you think you are in labor but they are just Braxton Hicks contractions. But you, as a first timer, are so sure - Nope. This is it. It i

I don't do it alone. That is for sure. Either emotionally or logistically. It has taken me a while to get here but I ask for help. In doing so, I actually realized that I have a tremendous amount of resources. Friends that are willing to help out.  And these many hands and hearts lighten my load. They take a kid or two. They pick up one from school and drop him home when I feel like I am dying. They drop off milk when I canNOT put them all in the car one more time. They check

Dream bigger. That is all.

You lot, it has happened. I have made my little school of fish swimmers. Ok. Fine. Technically, the swim teacher did that. And, also, technically they cannot swim. But they no longer drown. Which is a necessary distinction and a huge improvement. Nothing more concerning than a child telling you they can swim while wearing a life jacket that they refuse to take off. My ex did know how to swim but I could count on one hand the number of times I saw him in a suit in over 15 year

Report cards were a terrifying thing growing up. Not so much praised for good grades, as in, not at all. With a whole lot of consequences for poor ones. By poor, I mean B- or C. Listen, I am all for motivation and praise and consequence. But those components of my youth were disproportionately skewed. While I believe my personality lends itself to anxiety and depression, I am pretty sure pressures like this led to me losing my shit while in high school. My stress and anxiety