Author Archives: Chayli

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This might be one of the strangest, most frivolous, most time-wasting posts I’ve ever done, but oh my goodness, if you ever happen to be in another country and your husband does a bunch of work on one of the coolest houses in existence, by all means don’t go looking at the real estate listing for said property six years later. You might just have to go see it for yourself.

And if you can’t go see it, you might just have to show random house pictures to random blog-readers in hopes of satiating your excitement about it.

Because just look at this beautiful place. We lived here for seven and a half weeks. ...continue reading →

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Last year I was so excited for Christmas. My blog and my life were chock-full of it.

This year, not so much. I’ve gone through the motions, more for my boys than anything, but none of it has felt very special. We hung up some lights, we got our Christmas tree, we baked the dreaded sugar cookies. We wrapped gifts, and we revisited our Luke 2 memorization.

All without the sparkle that it held last year.

Thank goodness then that there is more to Christmas than the sparkle. ...continue reading →

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Do I blog in winter?

I wish.

I was supposed to be blogging every other week this year. I made it to April. Or was it March? And I managed to eke out a few posts after Emmett was born.

And then, silence.

Not silence here, not in my house, certainly not.

Just silence on the blog.

And even now, I literally wiped my wet hands dry and left an overflowing counter of dirty dishes to perch quickly on my chair at the computer and write a few words. ...continue reading →

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I can’t exactly call him the unsung hero because (when it comes to his wife anyway) he’s been “sung” plenty of times, but he’s a hero nonetheless, and it’s almost Father’s Day. I’ve been wanting to do a “husband appreciation” post for a while now, and what better time than Father's Day weekend.

I’m always thankful for my husband. Anyone reading here knows that. But I am more thankful than maybe I’ve ever been this postpartum season.

He's stepped up after every baby is born . . . to take care of the house, and the baby, and me. This time seemed extra involved though. ...continue reading →

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I enjoyed my children today.

I did not enjoy them yesterday.

(Such declarations paint our days in too broad of strokes, but you get the idea.)

I thought about posting this picture with the caption, “Three is so cute, but so hard. Three is so hard, but so cute.” And possibly going into detail about how both phrases capture differently the same sentiment. Cute but hard leaves you with a negative connotation. Hard but cute leaves you with a positive one.

Anyway.

I didn’t, and I’m glad I didn’t because it’s the perfect cover photo for a blog post about how I did not enjoy my children one day and how I did enjoy them the next. ...continue reading →