Four years ago today, I walked down the aisle at the Merrimon-Wynne House in a dress that cost more than our first month’s rent. Marcus cried. I pr...
So Theo said his first word yesterday. I was expecting “Mama” or “Dada” like a normal baby. Instead, this child looked Marcus straight in the eye d...
Something shifted when I woke up this morning. Maybe it’s the way my jeans fit after months of consistent running, or maybe it’s just that magical ...
We did it. We survived the first day of kindergarten. Well, Sophie survived. I’m still recovering.
Y’all. House hunting with a five-year-old and a baby is basically an extreme sport. We’ve looked at twelve houses in two weeks, and I’m not even ex...
Someone convince me why we thought taking a five-year-old and a six-month-old to the Outer Banks was a brilliant idea. I’ll wait.
Well, it’s official. The Hartwell babies have a perfect record when it comes to fireworks: they hate them. Sophie screamed through her first Fourth...
Five years ago today, at 3:47 AM after fourteen hours of labor, Sophie Grace made me a mom. Today she made me cry at her birthday cake.
This morning, while I was making coffee with Theo in my arms (because putting him down results in immediate screaming), he looked up at me and smil...
This morning I woke up to the sound of Marcus setting off the smoke alarm. Again. Apparently pancakes are harder than they look, but the man tries ...