Unsolved mysteries

First, Mark’s mom bought Joel a Fisher Price Little People manger scene, and it’s mega-elaborate and has a ton of pieces. She’s great about teaching Joel associations, meaning she’ll point at Baby Jesus in a book and then show him the real Baby Jesus in the manger scene, and she usually does this at breakfast. Or lunch. Or dinner. Continue reading

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Never lie to an anxious, tech-savvy homeowner

So this was a weird sort of f#ckory we recently experienced and is a story a bit on the lighter side so I figured I’d share it. So we recently visited Mark’s parents in Iowa, and, like the day before we were supposed to leave we were like, “OMG WHO IS GOING TO WATCH HOWIE?!” So we immediately thought of everyone we knew in the area and realized we don’t know a ton of people and we trust even fewer, so we thought of ONE person, a high school boy. So Mark went to go find him at 7:00am (Mark’s a go-getter) and knocked on his door. Continue reading

10 things from today

1)       Our doctor’s appointment for baby Finch went as well as it could go. We started with the non-stress test, and the nurse had to try to locate Finch’s heartbeat, and, even though I knew he was alive, because he was moving, I couldn’t hear his heartbeat that strongly because the sound on the machine was turned down, so I got really light headed and thought I was either about to have a seizure or pass out, but luckily it was neither, and I was able to recover after a few sips of water. Continue reading

Puppies and goddamn unicorns

It seems I’m in recovery mode from my latest meltdown. I figured I’d change it up and try making a list of things that are causing me to feel better, and maybe this will help me feel EVEN MORE BETTER, kind of like the positive affirmations where one looks in the mirror and is like, “I’m beautiful enough. I’m smart enough, and goddamn it, people like me.” (Except I’m not so sure about the “ people liking me” bit…) Continue reading

Deepest thoughts (because I can’t be any more coherent right now)

Someone anonymously dropped an Easter basket in our front yard (for Joel), so Mark assumed that it was Doris who did this and insisted that we go to thank her immediately. I was like, “But what if it wasn’t from her?” And Mark was like, “It definitely was.” So you know where this is going… We walked over to Doris’ house, and she happened to be in her front yard, and Mark was like, “Thank you so much for the basket you left for Joel!” And Doris was like, “I didn’t leave him a basket.” And Mark (seeing a shovel in Doris’ hand) was like, “Are you planting some flowers?” And Doris was like, “No, I’m burying my cat. He died today.” Continue reading

Sunday evening convos in our eclectic suburbia

When Matthew died, it really changed how I interacted with those in our neighborhood. Like with the exception of a few (and by “few” I mean three counting Doris), I didn’t actually interact. Like when I saw people I knew “before” I, quite literally, ran as fast as I could in the opposite direction, and I also threw away block party invitations, and we turned our lights off for Halloween (not that anyone trick or treats anymore), and, one time, when I saw one of our neighbors, Ed, behind me in the checkout line in the grocery store, I put all of my newly-dyed dark hair over my face (Cousin It style) and silently prayed he didn’t see me. I saw Ed a few more times thereafter, each of which I pretended I didn’t know him. Continue reading