My husband and I love Target. The possibilities there are endless, and I don’t think we have ever been without leaving having purchased something we didn’t need because everything there is cheap and superstores still excite this third culture kid. One of my favorite (or least favorite) things about Target is that those who shop there seriously give The People of Walmart a run for their money. The other day we sat intell me the rest!
Category: Motherhood
The mundane, beautiful life of the mom who stays home
I’m sitting at my computer with a child clinging to my legs begging to be picked up because he wants attention. Again. I could have sworn this exact same thing happened an hour ago when I was working on my business training. Oh wait…it did! My daily activities have started to feel very familiar. Wouldn’t it be great if moms could be spontaneous and crazy every once in awhile? …but kids.tell me the rest!
A 2,000 mile alone-with-a-baby adventure
I’ve lived in my new home in North Carolina for nearly half a year now and so far I have managed to avoid making a single commitment that would tie me here. At first it was because my husband takes our car to work every day and I can’t go anywhere. Then it was because my occasionally anti-social self didn’t want to meet people. Now it is because when thetell me the rest!
When the days blur and Christmas spirit is lost
The house is quiet. The baby is sleeping. My husband is gone. Just like yesterday and the day before that and pretty much every day since we moved to North Carolina. Now the baby is awake and instead of eating he’s squirming and trying to climb on the keyboard and finding all sorts of ways to cause enormous amounts of pain with his tiny razor blade fingernails. I’m trying totell me the rest!
Sometimes we just need to hide in the closet
My son can’t walk. He can’t crawl, he can barely scoot, and he is certainly not mobile. Yet sometimes I still need to just go and hide from him. Yesterday afternoon my husband walked into our closet to find me curled up next to the electric fireplace (which we moved in there to keep the baby warm at night–yes, he sleeps in our closet). In the dark. With the door closed.tell me the rest!
A venture into the unknown
My name is Emma Hall. Hello, blogging world. I hope this post finds you well. I’ve never blogged before. I am most certainly not witty, nor do I have a killer sense of humor. I wish I could write with the eloquence of my mother or the intelligence of my sister-in-law or the wit of my friend April. My husband consoled me by informing me that he would provide muchtell me the rest!