The First Week of School That Wasn’t

After a busy trip to the beach to celebrate my husband’s 30th birthday, followed by a week to Georgia to visit family, followed by an epic 4th birthday party for my son, it was inevitable that life would catch up with us.


Excited at pre-k orientation!

My son made it to his first day of school orientation where we both fell in love with his teachers and his cute classroom.

And then sickness hit.

I had woken up hours early and made muffins and painted a chalkboard sign for my son’s first day of school. I was so looking forward to some downtime from all of the craziness and quiet solitude as my husband returned to work and my son started his first day of pre-kindergarten. (Also? How is he old enough for pre-k??)

Our first day of school was instead spent in bed after my son threw up all over the couch. Thank goodness for removable and washable cushion covers.

His four year old check up was that afternoon but by then he seemed fine, just a bit tired. Everything checked out well with the doctor and my son came in at a healthy 37.5 pounds and 3.5 feet.

I was hoping for a recovery the next day but instead he woke up with a 102.2 degree fever. My poor little guy and I spent the whole day cuddling on the couch.

By the last day of his four day school week he felt good enough to go and was actually ready to get out of the house. And probably ready for a break from Mommy.


Cutest First Day of Pre-K picture ever.

He did have a great first day at school and how adorable is his first day of school picture??

His teacher is incredibly organized and communicative and has some adorable ideas for the school year. I think this is going to be his best year yet and I am so relieved to know we made the right choice despite all of my insecurities about school this spring.

To continue our crazy pace I had auditions for a Christmas production this weekend and worked my very first event for This week was a bit more normal but after summer and all of our traveling I still have not caught up on laundry! (Or sleep. I’m never caught up on sleep.)

We ended this week of my son’s school with a very special treat; Disney on Ice! You can see my review on

I think things are going to slow down…for a few days anyway, before all of the excitement of fall kicks in. :)

How has your fall gotten started?


The Great Wolf Lodge Adventure on Moonfrye

I have a post up at Moonfrye today about doing a very difficult thing; stepping out of your comfort zone.

Have you let yourself experience an adventure lately?

Join me as I talk about letting go, stepping out, and even finding yourself having fun.

See you there! xo

great wolf lodge


Home used to exist in a house on Macedin Drive in a sleepy Georgia town.

It remained there throughout my college years, throughout my various apartments. The spreading of my wings was still grounded in an old blue house and with the realities and memories of the five of us.

And then home became elusive and undefined. The blue house was sold and painted white. It became a shell of what it used to be and though I would sometimes drive by when I was in town to visit, I knew it was no longer home.

Home became different from house.

My son and I have been traveling a lot lately. A big trip to Georgia to visit family. A trip to Alabama for a wedding. And most recently a trip to North Carolina to visit my best friends.

Lost in thought on yet another long drive I pondered home.

For over the past few weeks I have found home hidden in unexpected places, slowly revealing itself to me in tiny pieces.

I mostly find home now in an old house in Richmond, VA. We’re drawn to homes with character, my husband and I. I find home in this house’s creaky stairs and funny phone nook and the yard that sprouts clover instead of grass.

I find home in my husband’s smile and in toddler bear hugs. My son gives the best ones.

And then in our travels I found home again in the Georgia air. Ten hours south of where we are now, there’s just something different about the atmosphere in Georgia. Something comforting about old familiar roads and memories.

I always find home in the company of my mom and brother and sister. They will always be the first and best parts of my definition of home.

This weekend, I found home in my best friends. In memories of being young. In recalling how we met and who we used to be in the midst of who we are now as adults and mothers.

“Home is where the heart is” seems cliche and stagnant, though drenched in truth.

Home, to me, lies in memories and the comforting security of familiarity.

Home, it seems, exists not in a place, but in a collection of pieces of who we are and who we are yet to be.

And at every turn, it feels good to be home.

A Month of Busy

It’s been quiet here in this space. I have missed the ritual that has become soothing to me; this almost daily clack of a keyboard and the composition of thoughts onto a screen. I have missed the conversations with blogging friends and I have dearly missed reading the well articulated words of all the blogs I follow. I feel like I have stepped away from a part of my life.

But in doing that, I have been living a different part. After my son’s school ended at the end of May, my husband had a week of vacation. It was family time that was well overdue, since he had been on nights the entire month of May. That means we only see him for about an hour a day because he works all night and sleeps all day. It also means I can feel quite lonely and overwhelmed with the care of the toddler on my own. So for the May vacation, we decided we would stay close to home. We planned a day trip to Lurray Caverns in VA, which was only about an hour and half outside of Richmond. We packed peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch and headed out. When we got there, we enjoyed a tour of an old car museum, a tour of the caves, and a great burger at a local restaurant. (Don’t worry, we ate the peanut butter jelly sandwiches, too. Caves make you hungry. Or at least that’s the excuse we’ll go with for our two lunches.) The toddler got to pick out “special rocks” and hasn’t stopped carrying them around since.

When we got home, we just sat around in the livingroom and ordered pizza for dinner. It was perfect.

The next morning, we packed up the car with clothes, bathing suits, and some sand buckets and headed to Virginia Beach. It was only a two-hour drive from Richmond and it rained the entire way. After checking into our hotel and resting for a minute, we headed out to the VA aquarium. It could not have been a better rainy day activity. We had a great time watching the fish and even getting to pet a sting ray. That night, we enjoyed a seafood buffet at our hotel and fell asleep to the sound of the waves from our ocean front room.

The next morning, all traces of rain were gone. We lathered ourselves in sunscreen and headed out for a day on the beach. It was perfect and we all managed to avoid sunburn while getting some much-needed sun, sandcastle building, and relaxation in. That night we went to dinner and walked on the sand in the dark with glow sticks.

When morning arrived again, it was time to go home. We loaded up the car and enjoyed one more walk on the beach before driving home and resting at our house for the remainder of the day. (And the next day, too.)

That Sunday, the last day my hubs had off, I finally got to go do something I’ve been wanting to do for two months; go meet my best friend’s baby. Due to my husband’s schedule and not wanting to bring my active toddler to meet her newborn, it took a long time to get a visit scheduled. My friend lives in North Carolina, so the day trip involved a three and a half hour drive each way. That long day was certainly worth it; the baby is beautiful.

The vacation for my husband was ending but the adventures for my son and I were still going. After I got home from my North Carolina day trip, my husband went back to work and the toddler and I began the process of a billion loads of laundry and getting the house back in place from our trip. Which then also involved re-packing and some errands, because we were about to head to Georgia.