I got married in 2005, a few weeks after my 22nd birthday. Three years later, we decided we were ready to start a family.
Four years later, our little man finally arrived (10 days late) in mid-December. I expect it to be quite an adventure, and all good adventures deserve to be documented.
So that’s why we’re here.
Well, that and all good mistakes deserve to be strewn about the internet for other people’s enlightenment and amusement. I’m sure I will make many. That’s also why we’re here.
Babies. Husbands. Lesser homes and gardens. Baking and crock pot-ing.
Want a taste test? Here are a few of the popular kids.
Bringing the funny:
Bringing the yummy:
Lots of pictures:
I hope it’s entertaining, or helpful, or inspiring. Leave comments – argue, agree, question. Let’s do this together. I need all the help I can get.
My husband is a stunningly brilliant artist. I’ve witnessed his raw talent for almost a decade and it still blows my mind.
I draw stick people.
And my stick people chronicle non-fiction moments in our lives. I like them. Some other people like them. You can check them out here.
My amazing husband and I – and our bouncing baby boy – live in a cute, little post-WWII cottage, with a white picket fence, in a quiet and friendly neighborhood in the Northwest Chicago ‘burbs. Seriously. We go to church. We volunteer. We harvest our own peas and cucumbers in the summer. It’s pretty storybook. If you’re looking for scandal or heartache, you’re in the wrong place.
Husband is a fantastically talented artist. You can find him on Instagram here. He’s a blue-collar man by day, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Our little Meatball is a long-awaited blessing. About three years after we were married, we decided it was a pretty good time to start a family. Four years later, we held him in our arms. I won’t pretend to know all about infertility or dreams deferred, but we know the frustration of unanswered questions and the pain of hope nearly frayed. Our birth story is in two parts here and here.