My dad and I don't talk. We have tried! This whole story of our relationship or (lack there of) is another whole blog post in itself. It's emotional, it's draining and I don't really know when it'll be a good time to sit down and spill it all. Now, the good thing is that I can honestly say that I feel like I've make peace with the whole situation. I've always known that the day would come when one or both of my girls would ask me about my dad. I've thought A LOT about what I was going to…

At this point, I would say it's been 4 or 5 weeks ago, M out of the blue asked me to make her a blanket. I had no idea where she got this idea from. I asked her several questions to see if she really meant what she was saying, and SHE DID in fact want me to make her a blanket. The only thing I could think of was that we read a book that had someone doing that. I told her that I had to think about it for a bit... I got both girls interested in something and I watched several YouTube…

Saturday night while I was at shopping at Target, another mom and I started talking. She told me about a consignment sale that was in town, set up at a hotel not too far from our house. I had heard of them before, but this time, I thought I would check it out.. What could it hurt, right?

I was reminded of this while reading another blog post one night last week.... While I was still pregnant a friend told me every night before bed to ask my little ones their favorite part and their least favorite part of the day. That this would open many doors to many conversations (and well, it was fun). It's popped into my mind from time to time, but I felt the girls were too young to "get it". Last week while I was reading another blog, they mentioned when they talked about their…