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I always wanted a sister. I desperately wanted a sister. I sat on my swing set, around age five, just crying because I wanted a sister to play with; swings, dolls, mud pie making and everything in between. Instead, just before I turned eight, I got a brother. Of all things! A brother! I mean, [...]

Both of my children are in their own bedrooms, in their own beds, taking their very own naps. At the same time. Almost exactly at the same time as I put BigBrother in his bed first and then nursed and rocked LittleBrother to sleep. I’m beside myself with glee, though I know as soon as [...]

Just when you think you get the hang of things, it all goes to heck in a hand basket.
FireDad brought home a cold last week. He just had a sore throat. And the sniffles. We didn’t think much of it. Until BigBrother caught it. He’s not often sick. But man, when the kid gets sick, [...]

I’ve been struggling. I’ve written about finding my groove with two. And it’s true. I’ve found a groove. We’re getting things accomplished. The laundry isn’t too far behind itself. I’m making meals. I’m getting books read. And I occasionally can shower and put on makeup and feel, almost, like a human being.
But my emotions? Yeah, [...]

We’re in an interesting and workable groove over here at the FireHouse. I wrote before about how I was getting used to parenting two. I’m continuing to slip into the role, taking on the Overtired Mother of Two role quite well. I’ve started making actual dinners instead of heating up a frozen pizza. I’m mostly [...]