Thursday, July 22, 2010


"Seriously, Daddy, you're wearing green? You look like Steve from Blues Clues." - Dylan

Monday, June 21, 2010

I wanna learn...

Sasha while watching a contemporary routine on So You Think You Can Dance:
I wanna learn to run like that and dance like that and jump like that and be like that.

Sunday, May 16, 2010


Three. How is it that you are three years old now? How is it that it has already been three years since my dream of having a daughter came true? How?
My sweet baby girl. You challenge me in more ways than I can count. You are so stubborn that it shocks even me. You are so beautiful that you take my breath away on a regular basis. You’re smart, witty, amazing. You look at me with those big eyes and the world melts away. I am in awe of how self-assured you are at the age of 3. I wish I could have just one hundredth of that confidence.
You had a tough act to follow, being Dylan’s little sister. Such an amazing role model to look up to. But man do you hold your own. You’re tough as nails, kiddo. You give us a run for our money every day. I can’t imagine you any other way.
In the last three years I have learned what it meant to be a mom to a daughter. To start to truly understand how special that bond is for a mom. My hopes and dreams for you are the same as for your brother. Love. Success – as you define it. Happiness. What I wouldn’t give to ensure your happiness. But, unfortunately, it will be out of my hands.
What I can do is this. I promise to support your dreams. To love you when you feel unlovable. To love you when I don’t like you. To hug you harder when you try to pull away. To let you go when you need explore. To welcome you back when you are ready. To pick you up when you fall. To put the pieces back together when you fall apart. To love you.

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

The Laundry Song

we washin' the clothes we cleanin' the clothes. we washin' the waundwy.

Repeat times infinity.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Happy Lucky 7

My dear boy,
You’re seven. SEVEN. I cannot believe 7 years have gone by since you came into this world. Since I became a mom. Since everything changed.
You continue to amaze us every day with your kind spirit and your intelligence. With your warmth, your love, your generosity. The way to treat your sister is amazing. The love I see in your eyes for her makes me melt.
Your successes still far outweigh your failures and you make us so, so proud. I wish I could hold you by my side forever. I wish that you would fit on my lap forever. Stay my little boy. But, that’s not the world works. So I will continue to watch an awe as an amazing young man develops right before my very eyes. As you mature and change and grow. I love you baby. So much that I have never thought of my heart as my own since that cold day in February 7 years ago. Happy birthday my love.

Saturday, January 30, 2010


Sasha has been sick and Dave and I have been taking turns staying home. On his day, S asked for a manicure. Dave told he she had to wait for mommy. Sasha's response: that's because boys aren't good at manicures. Only girls can give manicures.