There are some things about motherhood that you just can’t really understand until you have a child of your own. Sure, I received lots of very helpful advice from my friends with children and internet articles offer plenty of very … Continue reading
Just two weeks after returning from the Steubenville Youth Conference (you can read more about that experience here), I had my second major event of the summer for work: Vacation Bible School. Since there was no wedding and honeymoon to … Continue reading
When I was pregnant with John, I assumed that he would be a perfect sleeper. I envisioned eleven-hour nights and multiple two-hour naps each day. I assumed that I would be able to lay him down in his crib while … Continue reading
Since the birth of John four months ago, I have developed a whole new appreciation for the monotonous. I’ve always loved routines and schedules, but the daily life of a mother brings it all to a whole new level. In … Continue reading
This past weekend, I had the honor of bringing ten incredible teens to one of this summer’s Steubenville Youth Conferences. We had been planning and preparing for months as we prayed and took part in countless fundraisers at the parish. … Continue reading
As the mother of a four month old baby boy, I am appalled at the horrific reactions that I have seen following the tragedies in Ohio and Florida this past month. A few weeks back, I addressed the country’s response to … Continue reading
John is nearly four months old now; he is no longer considered a “newborn.” If he was drinking regular formula, he would have graduated from the newborn variety to the infant form last month. Andrew and I are attempting the … Continue reading
Last week, a tragedy occurred. And no, I’m not talking about Harambe, the renown gorilla who died while attempting to save the life of a child (or so the story goes). I’m talking about the son of Michelle Gregg, the … Continue reading
One year ago today, Andrew and I were preparing to be married. One year later, we are celebrating our anniversary at home with our three month old baby boy, our tiny adorable tyrant who demands so much of our time … Continue reading
My dear friends with children, I’m sorry for any time that I thought that you were being a bad friend. I’m sorry for thinking poorly of you because you didn’t return a text message immediately, or return a phone call … Continue reading
Love in the Little Things 