I miss my grandma. I think about rooms in her homes and I wish I’d taken pictures of them. Since I can remember, I love to be in rooms by myself. To just take them in. How they smell. What the light looks like. What they choose to display. What’s in the drawers (not anymore […]Read Post ›
Beautifulest Jamaica gave birth to Bowen James Crist on June 13, 2014. Her husband and mother were once again a dream team (I was lucky enough to attend Jamaica’s first birth with them in 2012). Same hospital, same midwife, same amazing can-do attitude amidst some rough moments. The best shot of the day I can […]Read Post ›
For five whole days, I was just Mandy. I was reintroduced to daughter Mandy, sister Mandy, aunt Mandy, niece Mandy, cousin Mandy and even high school Mandy (out ’til 2am and dare I say, kinda sorta “partied?”). I instantly felt ten years younger and ten pounds lighter. I bought real bras for the first […]Read Post ›
Ian is peeing in the potty. And on trees. He spends his days in underwear. This happened suddenly, without stickers or chocolate chips or peeing on Cheerios. Now, we are nowhere with poop, except that he’s now closing himself into the bathroom to poop in whatever he happens to be wearing at the time. In […]Read Post ›
I’m a sugar addict. My husband claims to be a sugar addict (sometimes I believe him but then I see him eat a single bowl of ice cream and have my doubts). So as parents we’re in that weird place where we don’t want to ban sugar from Ian because that makes it all the […]Read Post ›
Mandy Unruh 