From the monthly archives: March 2012

Kitchen Reno: Let There Be Light

On March 28, 2012 · 8 Comments · In home improvement, kitchen makeover

You know, a light at the end of the tunnel. Or, under-cabinet lighting. Whatever.

Either way, things are seemingly starting to come together. Don’t get me wrong–we are still not even close to being finished, but we’re getting there. Slowly, but surely. You might remember that I hoped to be completely done by the end [...]

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Nona

On March 28, 2012 · 3 Comments · In family

Last weekend, we said goodbye to Michael’s grandmother.

Honestly, it was one of those situations in which her death was really a blessing. Nona’s health and mental well-being had been declining for the last several years. Her husband–Nono–was her sole caretaker and when he passed away after a short illness two years ago, Nona [...]

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Up and Down

On March 22, 2012 · 13 Comments · In child development, nora, spring season

I’m convinced that toddlers are bipolar.

I don’t mean to make light of the actual mental condition–I know it’s very real, and very serious–but SO ARE TODDLER MOOD SWINGS. Dear lord.

Nora was such an easy baby. Seriously, she almost never cried. But then she turned one, and went all crazy. The tantrums were moderate [...]

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Kitchen Reno: The Grass is Greener

On March 20, 2012 · 7 Comments · In home improvement, kitchen makeover

…and so are the walls.

It’s been two weeks since I last updated you, and well, things are a lot different. But they’re also largely the same in that they are STILL A FREAKING MESS.

I gotta say: We’re six weeks in and I am so.over.this. Which is unfortunate, since we’re most definitely not [...]

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Outside

On March 16, 2012 · 12 Comments · In nora, spring season

I’m afraid we’ve created a monster. We’ve had pretty great weather this week. Every night after work, we’ve taken Nora outside to play. The only problem (if you can call it that) is that she LOVES it–a little too much, maybe. The minute we get home, she’s whining/reaching for the door/begging to go outside. We [...]

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