My second born, my sweet little John Paul Francis, he just has the most wonderful cheeks. Top and bottom (too much? Probably. But it was 77 ...

Thanks to Simcha I didn't miss my second born's namesake feast day, and we even cued her handy playlist for their lunchtime enjoyme...

Where I probably could buy a fresh pig. But I'm not quite there yet, Italy. One of the great blessings of living in a country where...

Stepping back from yesterday's craziness (calling all trolls, come hang out in my commbox) for a little good 'ol fashioned mommyblog...

Hanging out over at Hallie's today for a bit of a marital tune-up , which you'd best believe I've only got worked out on paper s...

Alternate title: 7 places my kid's face has been on the news throughout the world. Too obnoxious? Yeah, me too. 1. But obviously this ...

'When I see you, I see the Church is alive.' -Pope Benedict XVI We made the trek to St. Peter's Square early this morning to ...

I am awfully afraid of sleep training. In my past life as an idiot without any children, I judged many a parent in my heart for their seemin...

We have survived our first major-ish parenting moment as of 9:45 this morning. Sweet John Paul came through his surgery with flying colors, ...

It's 5 minutes to noon here in the Rocky Mountain Empire, and I can honestly say it feels like 5 pm. So far today we've had blown ...

So my kids are apparently 19-month apart twins (yes, I am already explaining to strangers that a skinny toddler + a fatty 4 month old does n...