He's 3. Fiestier than ever. Love is too soft a word to describe his obsession with all things animals. When he wants something, he saddles up next to you, looks up with his baby blue eyes and says, "You want just a wittle bit of ice cream?". Or, "You can watch one more Mickey Mouse. Can't you?" You means he. He eats anything. ANYTHING. Olives, no problem. Salt and Vinegar chips, yep. He calls them sour chips. Blueberries, waffles, strawberries, pinto beans and wheat thins are some of his ... View the Post
There’s no crying at Disney.
There. Somewhere between Adventureland and Fantasyland, after my stroller ninja husband skillfully navigated through gigantic mouse ear balloons, super happy $20-a-picture photographers and mini princesses, I welled up for the first time. I looked ridiculous in my"You Make Me Blush" Bashful Dwarf tshirt, standing in line with our Fast Pass (they are real and awesome) for the Flying Dumbos, my eyes tearing up. It happened again in the Lion King show. And again on the Animal Kingdom safari. The ... View the Post
39 and holding
39. Today. I know it's my birthday because I just finished leftover 7 layer chocolate cake for breakfast (or it's just Tuesday). Truthfully and openly, it's the first birthday number to give me angst. Leading up to this day, the beginning of the end of my 30's, only a small part of my trepidation is about feeling old. Am I really about to become a mom for the second time at almost 40? Mostly what takes up my mind space about having only 364 days left in thirtysomething is that IT is still a ... View the Post
2014 Game Changers
Later, 2014. As far as years in my life, it ranked pretty high. Tucker started eating, and singing, two of my personal favorite activities. We broke out of isolation once and for all (sort of), and had a pretty fantastic summer. Rookie parent stunts were plentiful. And we made a pretty big team decision. As I look back at the year, there were some game changers. Here are some: Team Expansion-It was New Years Day last year, when Darrin and I looked at each other and said, "We doin' this?". ... View the Post
The first time I saw Tucker, many hours after he was born, I reached into the port holes and pressed my finger to the thin palm of his hand. He slowly wrapped his rice-sized fingers around. His fingers couldn't fully wrap to come close to touching. The only thing pulsing through my mind and bleeding from my heart was this, "Lord. Please let him live. Whatever the cost." Over the months to come, Darrin and I repeated that same prayer together and separately literally hundreds of times. I ... View the Post
Yes, Tucker. There is a Santa. He lives at the race track.
It's our first winter season out of isolation. And it's kicking us in the teeth. Between the three of us, we've been sick since Halloween and it's been rough on the littlest Hucks. We were vigilant the first 2 isolation seasons with the hand sanitizer, Clorox wipedowns and protecting the bubble. It was super hard, but it worked. I can count on one hand the number of times Tucker got sick in his first two years of life-and that is flat amazing. I thought the magical year 3 would be great! ... View the Post
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