Strings and sealing wax

It feels a little weird to sit down and write things about Tempest’s life and challenges now that she seems to be in the midst of her pre-teen years. There’s been a major change in her personality over the last six or eight months, and it’s like she’s aged five … Continue Reading →


Overdue and rather inadequate

Eventually I’ll learn to journal regularly again. One part busy, one part embarrassed (for not writing enough), one part forget and one part lazy. The last month has been a ridiculous amount of medical crap, even for our family. When you live with any chronic illness or disability, medical crap … Continue Reading →


Yulish

The holidays have never been my strong point, and I tend to sort of absorb into myself to get through the month. The last few years have actually been mildly improved over previous ones. Okay, maybe significantly improved if I really think about it. There was once a time when … Continue Reading →


Give a little, take a little

Tempest has been having these wild mood swings lately that are as exhausting as they are frustrating. When she’s in the midst she’s red-faced, squalling and hollering at the top of her lungs like she’s 3 years old again and just wants to hear herself scream. I’m left rather baffled … Continue Reading →


Small adventures

We’ve been trying to have more outings as a family during this summer vacation, especially since Curtis’ work shift is so long and difficult that it means we pretty much never see him except on his ‘weekends’ (and we’re both so exhausted that we usually spend half of the first … Continue Reading →


An explosion of feels

Xan had surgery on the 25th to remove the little lump off his finger. They aren’t entirely sure what it is, but it’s probably harmless, so after taking him to the doctor (who then referred us to a dermatologist or a cosmetic surgeon or something) she decided to take it … Continue Reading →


Moving on

Tempest has this knack of hiding laundry when her chore is folding. Every so often we’ll find this little stash of socks, clean diapers and pants stuffed in a corner somewhere, or just shoved back into the dirty clothes so she can avoid doing it. Every time this happens we … Continue Reading →


Photography post: Easter weekend, and kid updates

OMG KID UPDATEZ. Everyone asks for them, and then I keep not doing them. Because, life. Z is acquiring language at an alarming rate. She’s passed through the “Dardo is everything” stage and has entered the “No is everything” stage, which is equally as fun. Sarcasm, sarcasm, sarcasm. She says … Continue Reading →


So, on that break-in shit I casually mentioned during the introduction of the last entry. That was a thing that happened. I can’t believe this has happened twice now in Marika’s ex boyfriends. Though, to be fair, the first one was hardly a break-in. Ex-douche Matt just sort of walked … Continue Reading →


Too fast

This is my attempt to post more often when I have stories to tell, instead of going by my more recent habit of trying to wait until I feel like I can sit and craft an entry that’s far more interesting. I would rather just write as things come, because … Continue Reading →