MIL Chronicles Vol. 2, episode 2

Perhaps in my old age and understanding, I’m learning to adapt. People don’t change, especially when they’re older.
So when she left for the grocery store for “a few things,” I knew it would take forever. And it did. I sat back, enjoyed my wine and watched as people continued to be baffled by why she does it. I will never understand it. The stubbornness. The obstinance. It is what it is. Such is life.
But when lettuce, tomatoes and hamburger buns turns into 10 bags of groceries because “it was slammed in there today,” all I can do is laugh.
All I can do is laugh.

And so it begins …
Nothing says “I’m at my in-laws’” like a shiny glass tower just waiting for my toddler. MIL Chronicles are back.

And so it begins …
Nothing says “I’m at my in-laws’” like a shiny glass tower just waiting for my toddler. MIL Chronicles are back.

yourllbeanboyfriend:

Liam and I basked in the spring sun, the perfect weather to spend a Saturday in the yard, figuring out our gardening schedule for the year.

yourllbeanboyfriend:

Liam and I basked in the spring sun, the perfect weather to spend a Saturday in the yard, figuring out our gardening schedule for the year.

angimia:

Flawless Human Beings » Gina Torres » Gina Torres Alphabet

↳ F → feminism & representation
"I certainly came up in an era where women were really making strides and making a point to beat down doors and find their place, and crash through the glass ceiling. And a lot of them did that believing that they had to trade on their femininity and that they had to be a man and tap into whatever they believed was a masculine trait to hang in the boys’ room, to get the "keys to the kingdom" as it were. And what’s beautiful about Jessica Pearson is that she is the next level to that when, really, feminism is about being all that you are and not having to trade one thing for another on your way up, or apologize." - Gina Torres (about her character Jessica Pearson, on Suits)

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Yep.

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When a copy editor finds out about an @ap style change  

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Yep.

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Yet another reminder to myself to not take things so seriously in life. Had the best time building a gingerbread house for the first time.  
HAPPY HOLIDAYS

Yet another reminder to myself to not take things so seriously in life. Had the best time building a gingerbread house for the first time.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS

secondinversion:

There eventually comes a time when you have to make a choice. You have to choose between who you were and who you want to be. The ultimate goal, for me at least, is to be the best possible version of myself in hopes that I may influence my child to live the same way. This isn’t easy, but it is…

Personality intervention

An interesting, “divine” theory came to me yesterday while I was driving – it’s always when I’m driving. Or in the shower. Or changing the toilet paper roll. It’s always those moments, right?
Ahem.
My second, and last, child has a dynamic personality that I’d love to take credit for, but I know it’s just “him.” That’s what I tell people. “Oh that’s just him! We’re along for the crazy ride!”
And here’s where I get all existential on your asses. Before I got pregnant with Dominic, I had a D&C for a pregnancy that wasn’t advancing. It was the second time I lost a pregnancy, my first being before my first child.
I had a very “I don’t care” attitude after the second loss. Days went by, things happened, people were happy, people were sad. The overwhelming sense of not having any control in my life was humbling and liberating.
When we saw Baby D’s profile on ultrasound, I remember saying, “Hi, little face.” I still call him that.
This child has blown into our lives and thrown us all for a loop. He loves life. He eats dog food (before we catch him). This weekend he touched as many port-o-potties as he could before we stopped him. He crouches down when he sees the kitty outside and talks to him at his level.
And I can’t help but wonder, does he know? Does he know there was major sadness in our lives before he came along, and was he designed to be this fireball of life and living?
However it happened, man am I glad it happened. Life with him is 10 times as exciting as before.
We’re in for a wild ride, and I don’t care if there’s a seat belt for me. I’m riding it hands up in the air, roller-coaster style.
Hello, little face.

I keep looking at this picture because it makes me happy to see him looking at me this way. That’s the good stuff right there. It’s what my weekends are all about.

I keep looking at this picture because it makes me happy to see him looking at me this way. That’s the good stuff right there. It’s what my weekends are all about.