It might just be me, but I find the end of pregnancy so much more exhausting than those early days of new, sweet smelling, always-feeding baby. Perhaps it is because we’ve always had people waiting, and waiting, and waiting for our wee ones to come into the world and, personally, I prefer to not put…
We live in about 300 square feet, these three children, husband, baby belly, and I. Most of you already know that, but there it is, in case you didn’t. It is a makeshift cabin built by my husband which is attached to the small camper we moved into when we first arrived on the land…
I sit down, laptop in hand, breakfast by my side. Stewart is manning the children, breakfast, and the morning school activities and I am in a quiet room with enough coffee to float me down a river. I guess that’s what it takes to bang out some photo editing and key strokes these days. But…
One day Stewart and I happened to be out in front of the house just in time to see Abram rolling a large tire down the road. This little man, our only introvert thus far, was just absolutely gleeful and it was written all over his face. I looked over at Stewart and saw that…
