I wrote this post 3 years ago on Josiah’s first birthday and today, on his fourth birthday, it still stands so true. Today we celebrate a 4 year old who can light a room with his smile, jumps into each new adventure and relationship without abandon, knows exactly what he wants and when he wants… Continue reading I Still… Should Have Known
Sticky hands and lips. Always sticky. Bananas, peanut butter, a lollipop. Even a bowl of cereal somehow makes them sticky. Sweet hand in mine and kisses on the cheek. Voice too loud. Always loud. Excitement, frustration, a bumped head, just because. Smile so sweet, so sly. Precious cuddles. Perfect nap buddy. Too aware of his… Continue reading My Baby
Faster than a sippy cup plummeting to the floor. More powerful than two rambunctious little boys barreling straight into his chest. Able to reach things on the highest shelf without the aid of a stool. This is the man I married, the reason I have two amazing little boys, the one who brings me sanity… Continue reading Our Superhero
When my older son was 19 months old I took the opportunity to commemorate this stage of his life on my previous blog, so I thought that it was only fair that I do the same for my younger son. So here it is, an ode to this precious stage: Dear Josiah, How can you… Continue reading 19 Months
To my sons, Today is Valentine’s Day. Currently all this day means to you is packages from your grandmothers, heart shaped crafts, and being bombarded by too many sugary items. But someday…someday, this day will come to mean more to you. There will be pressure to write valentines, to buy flowers, to plan dates, and… Continue reading Valentine’s Day Letter to My Sons
Abby Kitchin 