The Story of Your Name

 Let’s be real here for a second. Chad and I don’t eat at home often. We’re talking one… maybe two nights a week tops. Well, I take that back. We do eat at home rather regularly but typically out of Styrofoam to-go boxes with contents of Tazikis, Blue-Coast Burrito, or any other cheap, quick establishment…

Best of 2016

It’s true. There’s absolutely no reason to post a “Best of 2016” video in the middle of October other than the fact that I stumbled across the iPhone’s new ability to make these little gems a couple of days ago. And by the actual end of 2016, I won’t be able to fit even a…

One Month Home 

Well I haven’t decided quite yet how we are going to categorize and emphasize all these celebrations. Is every month since “Gotcha Day” going to be what we buy balloons over? Or will each month since our homecoming be the ice-cream-trip ticket? For now… this Mama’s answer is simply yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. To all…

Forever a Fuson

2 weeks and 5 days. That’s how long we’ve been home. Seemingly past the “big adventure” but feeling much more certain it has only begun. At this very moment, the once-empty crib is bursting full with a songbird who’s supposed to be napping. The cabinet doors barely close, containing sippy cups, bibs, and chopsticks. While…

Project Woo’s Room 

I am so excited to share the details this morning of my favorite project to date. If my mom were writing this blog, she would tell you all about how it’s no surprise Willa’s nursery was done to the nines. You see, decorating has always been a way for me to feel “in control” of…

One Week. Then We Fly 

I’m not being metaphorical when I say I’m dusting off the ole’ blog this morning. Literally, the laptop sitting in the nursery, next to the recliner, the chair in which I spend most of my mornings, was covered in a layer of dust. It’s never more than an arm’s reach away, but lately, opening it…

Putting Down the Pen 

It’s time. These posts are working. I feel the most Divine shift going on here, making room for what’s to come. For new life. For all parenthood will bring. For her. Even so, it’s not enough. This soul organizing has got me feeling all “ahhhh.” But it’s time to do what I really came here…

Birthmarks and Baby Lips 

I’ve been thinking alot about my commitment in the last post to catch you up to real time here. I definitely could. Maybe I should. I’d probably keep a few of you from wandering off. But in the words of Aerosmith, a great lyrical genius of our time, “I don’t wanna miss a thing.” *Sidebar:…

Here we go…

Blog posting is a foreign world to me. It took me about 2 hours just to figure out how to start a free blog and upload one picture. This is surely not “my thing.” But I’ll tell you why I’m here, sitting in my daughter’s quiet, still, fresh, clean room. The quietest room in the…