the perfect peptalk

My confession: Two weeks ago I tried to go to Target with Sibby. It was a terrible idea.

That dear, sweet, second child of mine is a solid home-body these days, and while I generally agree… some times you just have to get out of the house. Like when you’re out of milk (and bread, and frozen pizza, and yogurt, and jelly.). So I nursed said nursling, burped her, girded my loins, then tucked her in to the car seat. Within 30 seconds of backing out of the driveway she was yelling at me. Target is only 5 minutes away, so I hum and chat and try to appease her. Of course none of it works and it’s really more for my sanity than anything else.

We made it to target, and I always feel the fool trying to decide what to take in. Keep her in the bucket seat? Unbuckled in the bucket seat? Put her in the stroller? She was in an anti-baby-wearing phase for a while (recent tests are much more promising, but this story takes place two weeks ago so that was like a million years ago in baby years). Heck, I even tossed around the idea of taking the Boppy and a blanket and propping her up in the cart. Like… umm…. that’s dumb. Didn’t do that.

But I thought about it.

None of it matters though, because within seconds she’s screeching and I’m on the mad dash to not look like a lunatic while I do my shopping. First past the women’s clothing – always on the look out for nursing friendly shirts! Then the baby section, where I collect then re-shelve at least 3 baby items because “Oh, this is so cute!” and “What am I thinking, I have a store’s worth of baby junk at my house already!?” Moving on I start grabbing groceries like there’s a snow storm coming and then it’s a race to the check out line.

At this point I’m holding a screaming baby, while pushing a cart full of baby gear and groceries. I decide now is a good time to check my list and much to my chagrin I realize I’ve got frozen chicken pot pie and white cheez-its, but ummm… milk… bread… yeah. Gotta go back.

It’s at this point that I realize I’m losing my mind. I don’t want to go to the changing room to sit down for a nursing session, I had not dressed with plans to nurse at the store, and I NEED to get the milk. So I head back, and duck into an empty aisle to try and connect the aforementioned screaming banshee to my boob so that the noise will stop just for a minute. I did not have the sling, which is my preferred public nursing aid. It is what it is. Baby attached, the screaming stops, and I can go grab milk (and a second frozen chicken pot pie because stress eating is kind of my thing lately).

While eyeing the other super-healthy (right?!?) pre-made frozen foods and simultaneously nursing an older woman walks down the aisle. I turn to try and be a little bit more discreet, as Sybil takes this moment to literally smack her lips and slurp a couple of times. Good going kid. Now older ladies can go one of two ways. They can be the kind of older lady who scolds you for not doing whatever thing she thinks is the right way to parent a child, or she can be super sweet.

I brace for impact.

“You are an incredible multi-tasker!” She says. At this point I’ve got my shirts back in place and am hoping Sybil doesn’t spit up in my hair because that’s nasty.

“Thanks.” I say with the confidence of a child who isn’t sure if they’re mom knows they’ve taken more cookies than was previously agreed upon.

She smiled and did not touch the baby (don’t touch the baby. Just don’t. It’s not okay.), and then said “When my kids were that age I was too afraid to leave the house.”

I wanted to say “ME TOO!” but, ya know, I’m trying to be more positive. I told her that Target is happy to let women nurse in the dressing rooms if they so desire, but that I was just trying to get through the last bit and get home!

Sybil screamed at me through all of this while this lady just kind of followed me down the aisle giving me a pep talk. It was much needed.

So to all of the older mamas out there who say nice things to frazzled moms of small children… you rock.

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a bad day

Tonight, my friends, was a shit night. The weird thing is that it was a pretty normal night. It was preceded by an average Sunday. My husband tirelessly folded laundry, entertained our 6 year old, and helped get our little nugget to nap. I wasted my free time on the worm-hole that is my genealogy and ended up realizing I’d been down the wrong path all along (naturally!). While B-man diligently got Ginny ready for bed I watched YouTube and nursed Sybil. He read to Ginny – they’re reading The Hobbit together – and I moved upstairs to put Sybil to bed.

Now up to this point it was a “meh” day. Not good, but nothing terrible. Nine p.m. rolled around, reading came to an end, I prepared to put Sybil down for a nice long sleep and our girls conspired to steal every last ounce of sanity. G had a meltdown of epic proportions, Sibs started in on what would end up being a 3 hour scream-a-rama, and B-man and I took turns fielding angry little people and catching a breath (and some chocolate) in the relative “silence” of the kitchen at the other end of the house.

It was awful.

Shortly after midnight Sybil screeched her last velociraptor cry of the evening, long outliving her big sister who had been periodically shouting “DAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!” for who knows how long. Finally the only noise was the dogs click-clacking around the house and the obnoxiously loud bubble of the fish tank that seems to get lower by the hour (maybe the dog is drinking it???).

B-man quickly headed to bed, because Super Dad still has to be Clark Kent in the morning. Mom on the other hand was too wound up with little baby shrieks echoing in her head to even consider laying down.

I’d say this is an anomaly, but this is like a five-nights-a-week kind of deal right now. So when you see me posting pictures of cute babies and cookie baking, remember that my life is also filled with a lot of whatever the hell you call this. And that’s okay, I mean – I assume every one’s life is a parade of shrieking dinosaur children and staying up until 2 am just to get some peace and quiet. If it’s not, don’t tell me. As I keep telling myself: Life moves in seasons, we are apparently in the season of “sleep is for the weak”. Eventually they will be teenagers that want to sleep the whole day away. Something to look forward to!

Looking forward to family siestas,
The Mama


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baby #2 – the sequel

Our first baby is now five and a half years old. We had never really decided on how far apart any future children would be, but cancer came along and made that decision for us. Last summer, before our trip to Sweden, we got the okay from my oncologist. She’d have preferred a five year wait time – but at three years the chances of recurrence are incredibly low, and we figured that if the cancer comes back it would likely prevent us having future children. So… better now than never.


We started trying before our Swedish/Finnish adventure – back in May of 2016. It took us a year to get pregnant with Ginny. Optimistically I picked up this little family of four Dala horses while on vacation. I’d obviously hoped that we’d be successful earlier, with a goal of being not-pregnant by the summer 2017. I will have to delay my next cancer check up by a few months, but I’m feeling pretty good about this decision.

So Baby number two is due in early October. Ginny is slowly becoming excited for this new adventure, and B-man and I are thrilled to be adding a new member to our adventure team!

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how to start your own family-action team

A Family-Action Team is a term I made up, but it perfectly explains what I was trying to go for: I wanted to create a group that let families come together, take action, and serve their community. My efforts were in response to a lot of the negativity I was seeing in the world. I wanted a way to show my daughter that not only are her parents active and striving to improve their community, but lots of other kids and adults are doing the same thing. I want my daughter to see that there are good people, making good choices, all around her. And of course, I want to be active in my community – though I am very active in volunteer work, it rarely involves the whole family, and is rarely even a visible portion of the organizations I’m involved with.

The Plan

  1. Find Your People: The first step to starting to Family Action Team if to find like-minded people. These could be friends from church, your neighbors, or a mish-mash of your social circle.My group currently has 15 families. If each person brings a spouse and just ONE child that’s already 45 bodies that you have to find space for. Fifteen is the perfect number of families, because you want to aim for 5-7 families at each event. If you only have 5-7 families in your group, then if too many people back out you won’t have enough support. Any larger than 15 and you may end up with 60 people crammed in to a small space feeling a little bit like their presence isn’t necessary. Find the right balance for the types of projects you want to do.I’d suggest trying to keep your group to a manageable size, as finding meeting space and age appropriate activities gets more difficult and requires more management-skill the higher your small group gets. It’s okay to have a small group, and to encourage others to start more small groups.
  2. Involve The Kids: As I mentioned one of my main goals as a parent was for Ginny to be involved. Part of what makes this possible is that my Team is made up of families with similarly aged children (though we may have a few outliers most of the kids are early elementary aged). This makes finding projects easier, as the difference between what a 4 year old and an 8 year old can do is astounding, and trying to engage and accommodate a wider age range can get challenging.
  3. Goal: Have some goals in mind – this will help guide what kinds of projects you choose. Our main goal as a Team is to involve our children in reaching out to under privilaged and under represented groups in our community. I’ll address the benefits of having a goal-oriented Take Action Team in a little bit.
  4. Meeting: We are busy people, surrounded by even busier people. But every one on my Team has committed to being involved, and to one meeting a month. How is this possible?! I set my group up in a way that means we only need to meet for the projects.We have a private facebook group where families sign up to host a project during a specific month. During that month the host family chooses the service project (we have an on going thread for ideas and to measure general interest and approval), they will let the rest of the team know what prep work needs to be done, and then at the end of the month the host-family either opens their home or finds a larger location for the Team to come together and complete the prepared project with the kids.
  5. Get it Done: Our first project involved making blankets to donate to a local emergency/short-term homeless shelter. The adults took care of getting all of the supplies, and on the day of our project we came together and the kids helped to make the blankets. And when the kids tired of sitting and tying blankets, they played – but they played in a room where their parents where doing something for some one else. Don’t get tied up in the details, don’t take on too much – this is a team, and every one takes responsibility for making it work. What makes it even better is that the time commitment for the non-hosts is a couple hours, once a month. We can’t change the world, but hopefully we can raise compassionate, kind, civic-minded children who will go out in to the world knowing that their actions have meaning and that every one can make a difference.

    Our first project was to make fleece tied blankets that we donated to a program called Warm Winters, whose goal is to make sure that the homeless members of our community have sufficient protection for the cold months ahead. We made sure to make the blankets big enough to cover a tall adult male, double layers of fleece to be extra warm.

If you are unsure of whether starting a group is really your thing – I hope I’ve assuaged the idea that it has to be complicated. By delegating the organizing responsibilities, the entire thing becomes very manageable.


The Benefits

  1. Lead by example: My daughter sees me do a lot of things. But one of the things she can’t see is what I do when I go to meetings. It’s difficult for her to grasp the larger concept of the value of time at this age. But when the three of us get together to do something for some one else, it shows her directly that I think helping other people is important.
  2. Opens the door to conversation: There are people who don’t have what we have. There are children whose parents can’t take care of them. There are people who have fled their home countries and are starting life with nothing. And we should love them all, regardless of how they look, or what they’ve done. Empathy, kindness, and a willingness to see past what separates us to see what connects us. These projects let us as parents address the perils and positives of humanity in a natural, powerful way.
  3. Empower our children: I’m teaching my daughter that her time has power, her thoughts have power, and her efforts matter. I’m showing her that we are not singular beings in a world, but part of a system and that it is our responsibility and privilege to take our bounty and help those in need – and that doing so will lead not only to a stronger community, but makes your own life more meaningful.

I want to live my life to be good, for the mere sake of being good – and this plan lets me share that endeavor with my little love. If you have any questions just let me know, and I’d be happy to help you organize your own Family Action Team!

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let’s make a plan

I’ve had a (mostly)love-(with a little)hate relationship with paper products for most of my adult life. I’ve always loved keeping a planner, and a few years back “planning” became a legit hobby for a lot of people. Expensive, pretty, sticker-laden planners are all the rage among young women with disposable income and addictions to Micheal’s. So I spent two years testing out the options, from Erin Condren to Happy Planner, and a couple of Target options too. But nothing every really fits just right. In fact, I’ve fallen in love with Google calendar and haven’t been keeping a paper calendar in almost a year.

Part of my problem is that pre-chemo all I had to do was write it in the calendar, and I never needed to refer to the weekly spread to know what was going on: my mind just kept it all and I didn’t need to be religious about it. But now, post chemo, my brain is literally Swiss cheese and keeping track of lists and events is so incredibly difficult, and important. Because forgetting to drop off the library books isn’t a big deal, but forgetting a doctor appointment or tee-ball game is something that’ll ruin the whole day.


So google calendars it is, and it’s nice because B-man and I can share the calendar and it’s an easy way for him to see what’s going on without me having to constantly give him a run down. The downside is I don’t get to doodle. Two years ago Brandan bought me a phone case from Erin Condren, which ended up breaking. They gave me a full refund, and I used that money to purchase a spiral-bound notebook. Probably the most expensive spiral-bound notebook in the whole world, but it’s blue and green and has my name on the front and I like that sort of silly thing. And it was a gift.

Moving past the expensive planning hobby that I dabbled in, I learned how to set up a bullet journal from a friend and decided to try that out too. You number the pages of your journal, and keep an index of everything. It’s perfect for my list keeping tendency, and helps me keep track. BUT… some times it would be nice to have a calendar in there. So… I have the brilliant idea to print a 2-page spread calendar, trim it up, and glue it in. I’m quite pleased with the idea. Nicer than I could’ve drawn, and it blends in to nicely.


On the next page I made a record of my goals for the upcoming year.

  • I want to have good days. So the first thing on my goals page is a daily mood tracker. We’ll see how that works out.
  • To help with my Swiss cheese brain I have been trying to read more. I’m not sure if it’s helping, but I have really enjoyed it, and am hoping to do more of it this year! The goal is one book a month, so at least 12.
  • Last summer we were so busy with Nature Camp, birthday party, and our trip to Sweden and Finland – we didn’t do any camping! Ginny is still giving me a hard time for it, and so I have set a goal to go camping three times this year. I’m not sure if it’s doable, we have done two trips in one summer, but since we’re not planning any international travel this year, I think we may be able to pull it off!
  • The next thing on my page is a “DECLUTTER ALL THE ROOMS!” chart, each square represents an area of my home that needs attention. Some just need cleaning and better routine. Others need serious overhaul.
  • I want to go on three adventures. I don’t know what that will entail yet – but I have some ideas. More on that in the future I guess.

Lastly I included a few personal goals, like walking Trooper more often, being more kind and thoughtful in my words, and making healthier choices.

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I’ve never been very good at making resolutions. Usually it’s so specific that one mistake makes things impossible – so I tried to go vague and hopeful this year.

I’m accepting book recommendations, and want to hear about your resolutions too!

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Lemons & Cake

When I was in high school a friend of mine had a t-shirt that said something to the effect of “when life gives you lemons squeeze them into a squirt gun and shoot life in the eye.” It must’ve been more succinct than that, because that would be a lot of text for a t-shirt, but it always made me laugh.

Life gives a lot of lemons. Lots. To every one. And some are peak season, lots of sugar and just a little bit sour. Some come in 5 pound bags.

People spend a lot of time comparing their problems. Some people have problems that only seem like problems because their neighbor hasn’t had to deal with it. Some times people have problems that shake the very foundation of their existence as a human being.

One year older and wiser too! Twenty-eight and feeling great!

I’m two years from being 30 years old now. It’s the first year where I really feel older. In this year nothing has changed, and yet so much has changed.

I’ve gained a new perspective into how other people live through hosting our exchange student. It’s been challenging in ways I never imagined. That seems to happen to me often.

I’ve been declared “cancer free” for the zillionth time – a feeling that never feels good enough because there is always an “if” lingering in the background.

I’ve connected with friends on a level I’ve never experienced before. I’ve signed up for volunteer positions that require a lot of time and dedication.

I’ve researched career options for my future, and settled (and re-settled) on what I (maybe) want to do with the next few years.

I’ve made decisions that will impact little G for the rest of her life.

I’ve faced rejection and abandonment.

I’ve struggled, and watched people I love struggle. The latter having affected me more emotionally than the former. I’ve been accused of caring too much, but I think it makes my experience in life more human. I don’t only get to experience my joy and pain. A blessing and a curse by some accounts, but I like who it makes me.

I’m laughed and cried and wondered and analyzed and over-analyzed. And despite that I’ve made good decisions and I’ve made bad decisions and I’ve loved deeply and been loved even more.

And it’s always the same, and yet nothing has changed. I thought when cancer took over my life that I would never be the same. That I would never experience that same day-to-day joy that used to saturate even the tiniest moments of humdrum life. And yet I find myself thinking “I love my life.” And it’s true. It’s coming back. Light, or happiness, or maybe just the peace that comes with acceptance. Satisfaction is permeating my moments again, and it’s something I never expected. Certainly not every moment, but I don’t think life was meant to be lived in a constant state of happiness. But those little moments can be happy again. Snuggling in the same spot where just two years ago I told my husband I had cancer – it’s a happy place again. The couch where I spent months laying in pain and exhaustion has regained it’s rightful place as “official family gathering spot” (though it does serve nap duty on the side). I can drive to Wegman’s without having a panic attack. Lack of regular panic attacks is definitely a reason to celebrate!

A sweet treat from my neighbor. Yum!

After all of that, I’m forced to remember that perspective often means more than the experience itself. The lemons in my life might be unbearable for others, or might seem like #firstworldproblems to others. I’m glad to be getting back to my equilibrium. An equilibrium that now sees cancer as something that can be conquered and the ability to appreciate, but not stress over, the less than enjoyable bits of life that make the good bits even more valuable.



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Claytor Lake

My mind has a very distinct memory that surfaces when I think of camping. I don’t remember where we lived, maybe Texas? But maybe not, there were a lot of trees, but I was definitely in elementary school and it was before we moved to England.

Exact location isn’t important. I remember the camping though. The giant two room tent with wide, hallow aluminum poles that had to be fitted together just right to hold the tent up. I was certain that tent would last forever, my guess is we lost a pole. I remember that burning feeling in my nose from breathing fresh air all night, the hazy sun light dripping through the tree canopy.

That’s all I remember though. Setting up the tent, I know we went a few times, and with friends. But the tree canopy and fresh air – that’s what stuck.

Brandan and I have been camping for as long as we’ve been together. We started going to Claytor Lake state park near VT, and what’s not to love? Of course, our most recent visit was a little rough in the beginning. We arrived fairly late in the evening – after the Virginia Tech football game – and of course it was raining! You don’t know “fun!” until you set up a tent in the rain! Thankfully I’ve set up our REI Kindgom 6 many times, and so it took Brandan and I just a few minutes to get the tent up while the girls slept in the car. A few more minutes for the air mattresses, and we were set!
The next morning I woke up with a peace that only waking up with the birds can bring. I set-up our borrowed pop-up canopy so that we’d have a dry place to eat, and then set to cooking bacon and pancakes from breakfast. Yum!

Normally I’d be jealous of our neighbors – hammock camping feels so live-and-let-live, but to be honest… I wouldn’t want to be doing *that* set up in the rain!

While the girls ate breakfast Brandan and I re-arranged and tightened the tent a bit so that it was more water-tight. We knew this day would be rainy, so we’d brought some coloring books, cards, and other little games to play while we hung out.

One of my favorite things about camping is actually the preparations that go in to the trip. Planning the menu, packing the bags, fitting it all in our Prius. It’s like a game of tetris, and I’m pretty good at it. This time I tried out a new system, I liked the premise but will need to rework it a bit. We usually all pack in one bag, but this time we took three smaller backpacks.

It made packing easy, but then I forgot to bring something to keep the dirty clothes organized. That’s easily fixed though.

Another new thing for this trip was the sleeping bag I purchased for Ginny. Several months early I’d purchased sleeping bags for Brandan and I. I chose the Marmot Trestle 30 series (womens/mens) and purchased the men’s and women’s version for Brandan and I. They’re really nice, a pretty green color, but very functional. They zip together very nicely, and are roomy enough to not feel like you’re suffocating. There is a full zipper on one side an easement zipper on the other side, as well as a small pocket inside the bag for storing personal items – like a phone or wallet. Since I was so happy with my bag I purchased the child’s version for Ginny. It’s a little big, but I stuffed the end of the bag into the storage bag and tightened it so that it was the right length for her. Unfortunately she was still a little too cold for comfort, and ended up in our joined bags. No biggie – still plenty of room!

Just as we were starting to feel a little stir-crazy from spending all day in the tent the skies cleared and we decided to go for a walk. We explored the camp groups a bit, then hit Poplar Leaf Trail. It was short, easy, and paved – so not muddy!

To escape the rain we visited a nearby restaurant. It was small and family owned – just outside the park – and the food was good! The entire place was mismatched dining room tables and and random chairs ranging from wooden chair with floral patterns to fabric covered high backs. Eclectic, and kind of cute.

The next day made us glad we’d come all that way! A good night sleep, sun in the sky, and most of the park to ourselves!!! We headed down to the lake and rented two kayaks. It started out with Ginny and B-man in one, then I paddled with our exchange student. It ended up with a girls’ kayak and a boy… kayak.

We couldn’t have asked for nicer weather. Low wind speed, 60’s and still plenty of leaves on the trees!

Brandan took himself on a private tour of the edges, while the girls and I stayed toward the center. We were out for about an hour, plenty of lovely autumn sun!

SUN! Just looking at these pictures is making me miss it!

And finally, one of my favorite pictures from the whole trip:

I love that I get to share these adventures with my little one. She enjoys camping, and has gotten better at it with every trip. I hope she grows up with fond memories of getting out and just enjoying each other and the beauty of nature. Seriously, there’s nothing more beautiful than dappled sunlight dripping through the autumn leaves.

We spent our last evening just relaxing at the campsite and enjoying each other’s company. I set up the hammock, but was quickly over run by the wee-nut and her pseudo-sister. The two laughed and giggled as Ginny crawled all over. And seriously – it’s not comfortable to have those little knees and elbows poking into you!


Thankfully our trip home was a lot faster than our trip down – though we still faced a little traffic as we got closer to NoVa. I snapped this picture at one of our rest stops. She makes my heart so happy.

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Life as I know it.

Well, a flashback of life as I know it.

Some times you spot a moment in life and it feels like if you don’t take a picture maybe that moment didn’t happen. I feel like I have those moments daily. Each moment feels so special. Silly as that must sound.

I guess part of it is that I’m afraid of forgetting the day-to-day. The things we do without thinking about it. The things we forget we did last month. Like this moment. We played Minnie Mouse dominoes and Ginny probably won. It’s not an important moment. Not one we would scrapbook or publish in a Christmas letter, But looking at it makes me smile, my messy-headed kiddo, my husband not ready for the camera, and some how there are no dogs on the couch.

Speaking of dogs, last May we adopted this fur-ball into our family.

Trooper, the troublemaker.

His eyes reminded me so much of my sweet Gretel that I had to bring him home with me from the shelter. Who knew window-shopping at the shelter would turn into buying a dog? (The answer is “B-man”. B-man knew.)

But I did, I brought him home, pulled about 60 tics off of him, bathed him, medicated him for several weeks, and the nursed him through surgery…. and though he didn’t handle it as gracefully as my sweet Gretel handled life, Trooper is young and improving so much. Of course, before these more recent improvements we had other things to deal with – like when he broke the door handle.

This used to be a door handle.

The doors to our backyard are lever handles, and Trooper… the troublemaker… figured out that he could open them, and when jumping on the handle didn’t open them, it at least made a good amount of noise.

Eventually the handle actually broke. While waiting to figure out what the replacement would be, I improvised with a ribbon and some painters tape… ya know…. because bugs and the need to actually open the door. I was actually pretty proud of this innovation. 🙂

Then I replaced the door handle with a regular knob. I’m pretty proud of that too.

A working lunch.

This moment still tickles me. It’s just a simple thing, Ginny playing while I was folding laundry after a camping trip. She pulled her little laptop in and told me she was going to “get some work done”. Then of course she needed a snack, and a drink, and a chair from the playroom. My silly girl.

Also, she loves that silly little laptop.

And I love that silly little girl. So much. And, for the record – I love this dress too. It looks so good on her, bring out her bright blue eyes, and it was a steal on ebay!

A silly compilation, but my life none the less.

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My favorite part of fall is the smell of the leaves decomposing on the ground. It’s like the whiff of a strong drink, invigorating and promising. When I was in college fall meant breaking out the socks (because I much prefer sandals!), and football on Saturday. Now that I’m a grown up it means breaking out the rain boots and football whenever my husband can find it on the TV. While I will always feel that special connection between a girl and the football team she grew up with, I have moved on from the desire to actually follow the sport.

Of course, if there is anything as American as apple pie… that thing would have to be football. I’ll take the apple pie any day, but it didn’t seem fair to deny our exchange student the experience.

Her first football experience would come when my sister – a cheerleader at a high school in a neighboring county – was cheering at a game near our home.

Friday Night Lights

We hit a Checkers for dinner then headed to the game. I don’t recall who won, but the cheerleaders were great… naturally!

Ginny, my sister, and our exchange student.

I honestly don’t remember who won, but it’s always fun to see family and get a night out of the house!


At the beginning of October we took advantage of a long weekend to get out of town and go to a game at Brandan’s Alma Mater, Virginia Tech. The four hour drive took us nearly twice as long thanks to traffic. We had planned to arrive several hours before the game but, unfortunately, we barely made it in for kick-off!

Traffic and a storm.

Thankfully the storm finished up as we arrived and we were able to attend the game in relative dryness! I had snagged some decent tickets online a few weeks before. There’s something very fun about a football game. Noisy, but focused. Loud, but exciting.

Lane Stadium

After a long day of work, school, and packing for our trip, these two were definitely Troopers! We watched the whole game, then it was time to get in the car and drive further south to our campsite at Claytor Lake State Park for the rest of the weekend!

Ginny and P

Do you follow any sports teams? Always have, always will? It’s definitely fun in the moment, so I appreciate the draw to attend the games – but fall is my favorite time of year to get out and about! I’d much rather be out hiking than watching a football game on TV!

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My couch cushions are spread out over my living room as Ginny bounces from one to the other. It’s a rainy day with a chilly bite in the air, but our house is warm, and living room forts add that special sense of whimsy that turns rainy days into fun adventures. It’s a race to see how long we can go before a certain little one asks to watch TV.

But that is beside the point. While I have a few moments of fort-distraction I wanted to share some pictures from the autumn. School is full swing, our exchange student joined the basketball team which added another layer to our lives.


In September our neighborhood hosts an “Oktoberfest” for the residents. This was actually the first year I’ve gone. I usually avoid crowds, but have been trying to be better about taking advantage of opportunities instead of talking myself out of them.

For the first part of the event our exchange student and I volunteered in the food tent. We set up an assembly line and got everything going. We also got free t-shirts for volunteering!

T-shirts on and ready to serve!

After our shift we met up with B-man and Ginny who had walked over to the beach. It’s about 2 miles, but doable. Unfortunately we were rained out. Before we left I snagged these pictures though!

Ginny and our exchange student!

I actually painted this photo prop! It took me a couple of days, and occupied a space in my kitchen far longer than B-man approved of. But it was fun to stretch my artistic muscles.

And then I’ll throw in this hot-mess!

Duck lip are in, right?

My good friend Joey-poo and I cheesing it for the camera!


We took the kids to SweetFrog to share the joys of frozen yogurt with our exchange student. Naturally she is quite fond of the nutella. 🙂

See… duck lips are *SO* in!

Good times. I’m always surprised by Ginny’s ice cream choices. Lately she loves Mango flavored froyo. She’s definitely her own little person.


A little more photo dump from early October. At our house we have a good sized front and back yard, the latter of which is fenced. Ginny calls the fenced backyard “Zuko’s backyard” (Zuko being our dog), and the front yard “Ginny’s backyard”. She loves playing under the Magnolia tree and climbing on the large landscaping rock to the side of our house, and a particular bush has become her secret hide-out. I won’t betray it’s whereabouts though.

Our little slice of paradise is definitively suburban, but still full of interesting natural occurrences, from the large array of birds that grace our feeder, to the plants I haven’t managed to kill yet (or the grass that I have killed). One day though we found this mushroom circle!

My little pixie!

Of course, after she did a little dance we picked them all, put them in a bag, and threw them out. I haven’t seen any more, so it was probably the right thing to do.

And lastly some B-man & Ginny loves!

My favorite people.

Autumn is my favorite time of year. The weather is perfect, the colors of beautiful, and it’s like the Friday to Christmas!

Deep thoughts, I know.

Coming soon: Virginia Tech camping trip, Halloween, and B-man’s birthday!

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New School

All ready for her first day of school!

Getting the exchange student accepted to the local high school was a pain. Finally I had settled in to the idea of driving her 30 minutes each way to and from school every day. Thankfully my neighbor saw the lunacy in that concept and quickly called in a few favors. It was a mess, lots of phone calls, I may have cried once or twice, and then some more e-mails and phone calls and on the third school day of the year she was finally able to hop on the bus at the corner near our house and head off to school!

Also at the beginning of the year Ginny and I have joined a local pre-school co-op. It was a group of moms who all had young children but did not want to go the traditional pre-school route. I thought we were a good fit, unfortunately time would not agree.

Ginny all ready for her first day of preschool co-op.

I only knew one other mom in the group, she’d invited me to join. Unfortunately at the end of October, having only hosted twice, I got a phone call that they had decided to kick me out of the co-op.

And Ginny.

Of course they said something like “It’s not Ginny, we love her and she’s great, but we really don’t think you’re a good fit.” They said I didn’t choose healthy foods (my broccoli and pasta were not organic), I wasn’t involved enough with the children (because three year olds should be told to stop playing and sit down to do guided activities), and that I’m combative and too aggressive. There was no second chance, and no warning.

Ginny still asks about her preschool friends, four months later.

It’s weird, how these women I barely knew held such power over me – but I was sincerely crushed. I don’t think I’ve felt that kind of rejection and so much pain since elementary school.

Thankfully my sweet girl is resilient, and her life is still full of nature and play and people who love her and interesting experiences.

Her mother on the other hand is fragile. This experience spiraled me into panic attacks and added to my already mounting pre-scan anxiety that comes every six months.

This experience was also a big factor in the decision to send Ginny to public school next year when she starts Kindergarten. She’s going to love it, and I know she will do well. Crazy how fast time flies though! Only six months and I’ll be Mama to a kindergartner!

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Let’s do this.

We all make mistakes, and I guess the most important part is to be able to look back, accept that it was a mistake, and learn from that mistake. More than once I’ve been told that I’m… too nice. Or a pushover, or that I do too much for other people. Lol. I’ll be honest… I don’t mind. I don’t see that as a fault. I’d rather be nice to people who don’t deserve it, than be mean to people who don’t deserve that.

Regardless, I have made mistakes, one of which was giving up blogging. It’s like a hole, the further I get from the last time I wrote something, the harder it is to start again. But I’m starting.

Last August we welcomed a young woman from Spain into our home. She and I have a similar background – in that we both had cancer, and are both in recovery right now.

Ginny helped to make a sign for our new visitor!

We picked her up from the airport, and she had been travelling for the better part of the last 24 hour, so it was no surprise that she was tired. We stopped to grab dinner at an all-American restaurant — BBQ! — then headed home.

Stopping at Texas Roadhouse on our way home!

The first few days were busy, she arrived just a few days before school started and we had a few house-keeping items to take care of before she could attend the local high school.

In between getting her settled we spent some time collecting much needed items for our local food pantry. ACTS does so much for our community, so Ginny and I often collect food or household items for the organization. I grew up in a home where serving others was a top priority, and it’s something I like to involve Ginny in. It’s an easy way to introduce topics that aren’t always easy to talk about. We talk about how every one has hard times, and the best thing we can do is remember that every person deserves to be treated with kindness.

Dropping off macaroni & cheese, and lots of peanut butter (among other things!). I let Ginny pick things from the list of “much needed” items, and she picked a few of her faves.

We also collected items from neighbors and friends, and Miss. P helped me deliver those items!

Helping other people makes me feel good, for many reasons. Some altruistic, like knowing that I am helping members of my community, and exposing my daughter to the realities of this world, while also teaching her that she can do something about it. But some of my reasons are selfish. I like feeling useful, it makes me feel better about myself, and feeling connected to my community really helps me to feel grounded.

I’m going to get better at this. I want to leave this record. I want to be able to love and relive these moment with Ginny now and when she’s older. Here’s to resolutions, and doing things for myself.


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Time flies

I’ve probably named a million blogs that title. But it’s true. My life is measured in distance from events. Two years from my cancer diagnosis, Ginny is almost 5 – she’s starting kindergarten in September, and we’ve had an exchange student living with us for five months. I feel like my life revolves around other people, all day, every day – is that how it always is? Is that just part of being an adult?

Being further away from cancer feels good. I’m getting my issues better under control. Leading up to my 18 month scan I was having severe abdominal pain. Turns out it’s stress induced IBS. I literally need to take a chill-pill. Go figured.

I have thought for a while about Ginny’s  education. I’d love to be able to give her the very best, and I think she will thrive at our local public school. I do worry that because she’s never been to pre-school she will struggle with the adjustment, but to be honest…. she’s a control freak. A place with rules and a tight schedule will do her some good. I think. We’ll see.

As for our exchange student – it’s been a very eye opening experience. A peak into the future, if you will. Thankfully we haven’t come upon any insurmountable issues, though it’s probably an experience I’m likely to repeat.

And, for the record, Trooper is my biggest trouble maker, and my sweetest little love.


My brain spends a lot of time planning for the future. Right now I’m planning to go back to substitute teaching while I work on getting my teaching license. I don’t know what I want to do with my life, but I need to do something to keep my mind off the aches and pains that come when I am allowed to let my mind wander.


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Rainy Day Activities

Just wanted to throw together a little list of some inexpensive local options for entertaining those little ones when it’s raining. I know that it only takes Ginny and I a day or two to go stir crazy. Most of these activities are geared towards children younger than 5 years old, those a few may be good for children up to 10 years old. So keep an open mind and remember: it’s only water.

  1. Visit your local library!
    Cost: Free
    Entertainment value: 1+ hours, depending on child’s attention spanIf you time it right you can probably hit a story time or other activity, but remember these will be more crowded on rainy days, so be sure to show up a little early. If there aren’t any organized activities, there is still plenty to do the library. Compile a list of interesting subjects with your child, then just spend some time finding those books, a comfy chair, and you’ve created your own story time. The atmosphere makes it easier to encourage relaxed, still behavior. You don’t even have to check the books out!
  2. The Marine Corp Museum
    Cost: Free
    Entertainment value: 2-3 hoursThis is a multi-purpose option. It’s perfect for a date with the little ones during the week, or the whole family on the weekend. There’s usually something for every one, and special events on the weekends. Adults and teenagers can appreciate the movie theater, interactive activities like the target practice and gear pull, and the traditional museum portion of the building. Younger children will appreciate the dress up, coloring station, and story time area. There are full size planes and tanks as well, that most little kids find fascinating. Be sure to throw a towel in the trunk, and if the sun peaks out you can go to the playground (and wipe off the slide!) on site for a quick chance to get some wiggles out! When you’re done
  3. Leesylvania State Park
    Cost: $4 weekdays, $5 weekends per vehicle
    Entertainment value: 2+ hoursOn those days with “scattered” showers, this is a perfect option! The visitors center at Lessylvania has two areas. In one area you can explore the animal world – with live examples of invasive species of fish and a little albino snake. The table in the center has pelts from various local animals that children can touch and try to guess which fur belongs to which animal. There are also many taxidermy examples of local birds. It’s truly fascinating, and the perfect place to play a little game of “eye spy”. A small display of local types of rocks is also surprisingly entertaining.On the other side of this building are colonial era artifacts and interactive displays. Dress-up like people used to, try your hand at spinning yarn and weaving fabric, then you can take a little while trying to play the colonial era children’s games. If the sun decides to peak out, just a short walk will take you to a play ground (bring a towel!), nature pond (you can almost always see turtles there), and a nice walk along the Potomac River.
  4. Go to a Matinee
    Cost: ~$7/person, some theaters have free admission for under 2
    Entertainment value: about 2 hoursGoing to the movies is such a special experience, and going during the day is the perfect time to take kids! The nice thing is that most of the other patrons at that time will be parents – and a little more understanding of a child who needs help adjusting to the theater experience. Additionally, if you are polite, most theaters will give you a replacement ticket voucher or refund if your little one just can’t handle it, and you have to leave in the middle of the film.5. Go to the Mall
    Cost: your will power will decide…
    Entertainment value: maybe an hour, maybe moreAll off out local malls have small playgrounds inside of them! Perfect for the third day of rain! Pick up a little cup of pretzel bits at Aunty Anne’s (or bring your own snack!), sit back, and let those little ones expend some energy.

    6. Ikea… yes… Ikea!
    Cost: your will power will decide…
    Entertainment value: ~2+ hours

    This one is a little out there, but I’m serious: it’s our go-to rainy day activity. I go with the intention of just buying lunch (on Tuesdays you can get two free kids meals with the purchase of an adult meal – kids must be present at check out). So for about $6 both of us can eat lunch, walk around indoors, hang out in the toy area for a bit, and then if Ginny is feeling adventurous she can spend 30 minutes in the ball pit while I sip my coffee and surf my phone… or walk around some more. Either way, it’s a cheap, dry, opportunity to get out of the house!

    7.  Go for a Walk or Hike
    Cost: Free/park entrance fee
    Entertainment value: varies

    As a child in England we had rain clothes, and we went out in the rain, and we played in the rain and biked in the rain and existed in the rain. When it rains constantly it’s really the only option.

    When all else fails, just remember that it’s only water. Being wet does not make you more likely to get sick, and with the right gear (poncho, rain pants, and a good pair of wellies!) you can even spend hours in the rain enjoying the wonderful smell of freshly wet earth.

What to you do when you’re going stir crazy and the weather report threatens to hold you prisoner?




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the chemo brain is strong

I rolled my eyes when I read about chemo-brain. I couldn’t begin to fathom what it could possibly mean. “Impaired memory.” I’d experienced my fair share of mommy-brain moments, but nothing could prepare me for forgetting some one’s name the instant they introduced themselves. So, for your reading pleasure: a list of things I – a 27 year old woman – struggle with after chemo.

1. Recipes. There is a certain finesse to following a recipe. A quick read through should give you the gist, so that you can then start at the beginning and have a good idea of what’s going to happen. Not me. Not any more, at least. Long gone are the days that I can read a recipe online and recreate it in my kitchen at a later date. In fact, the only way to make sure I’m going to not screw up a recipe is to re-write it, by hand. I guess it saves on printer ink.

2. I was never fantastic with names, but pretty good. I could remember the names of people I’d met, or characters from a show I enjoyed. Now? Forget it. If I don’t write that person’s name down it’s going to be gone in about five seconds. I usually abate this problem by asking them to add me on face book, but it has lead to some fairly embarrassing face-to-face challenges. There’s nothing more frustrating than knowing some one, and not being able to remember their name.

3. Productivity. I’ll be honest. I wasn’t incredibly productive before my cancer diagnosis. Mostly because I was tired all the time. So I guess there has been some overall improvement in this department, but I am so easily side tracked. I lose half of my day when I start doing the dishes and realize I can’t find the sixth part of the damn onion chopper so I decide to organize a draw which leads to emptying the entire pantry onto the kitchen table which leads to ordering pizza for dinner. #doesntmattergotpizza

4. Time. I find it difficult to measure the passing of time. Never mind that I am still almost constantly tired (especially if I stay up late… like I’m doing now…), but my day just disappears. Most of my friends know that I keep a timer on my phone. It goes off every day at two o’clock. Mostly so that I know that it’s two o’clock. That means I should eat now if I haven’t eaten yet. That means B-man will be home from work in a few hours. It means I should take my medicines if I haven’t. It means my day is slipping away. It means my daughter is running around singing a song about two o’clock because my husband did it once.

5. I’m a rude friend, or a lousy acquaintance. Picture this: the magazine photo of a fun motherhood. Coffee with a friend across the kitchen table while the kiddlets play in another room. And yet, I can’t enjoy it as much as I would like to because the second I want to respond I have three choices. First, the rudest option, interrupt and say what’s on my mind. Second, stop paying attention to what my friend is saying and repeat my thought to myself over and over again and hope that it stays relevant to when I get a chance to say it. Or third, forget my thought and come across as uninterested. With close friends they have been fairly patient on my toddler-level conversation skills. With every one else I just nod and smile.

6. I have to write everything down. And by “write down” I mean literally, with a pen, on paper. This is actually my cure-all. From grocery lists to daily tasks: if it’s written down, there is an incredibly improved chance that I will remember it. Thank goodness. The hard part here is that I then end up keeping a ton of lists, and an actual paper planner (I’ve actually had people ask me “what’s that” in regards to my planner. Bite me people. It’s not THAT crazy!).

7. There’s probably a million other things, but that’s the joy of chemo brain. Ignorance is bliss and I’ve completely forgotten. And that’s okay. This is where I am, and nothing changes over night.


It’s not glamorous, most people don’t understand that some one my age could actually struggle with most of this, and people always say “but it’ll get better, right?” The answer? Supposedly. It can take 4-5 years, and not every one regains complete function. Until that point I will be forcing myself to do things I don’t feel confident in doing (like writing!), and keeping a mountain-sized-pile of lists.

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