It's your first "gotcha day," girly, and I'm honestly not sure where the year has gone. Or, actually, I think it passed in an absolute blur because you did not for one second slow down, stop, rest, chill, or relax. Not once. (Until last week but more on that in a minute!) You have kept me on my toes, sprinting from room to room, chasing you all around, pulling things out of your mouth, sweeping

Be warned, dear reader: This is a bout of introspection that veers toward naval gazing. All December long, I felt the pull toward drafting all the year-end content: 2025 in review, top post recaps, 2026 goal setting, and so on. I wasn't pulled because I wanted to write any of that--I didn't and still don't--but because it's what is expected. As someone who has worked on the internet for a

Oh, lovely Penny. Has it been two years already? Well, almost. You came to us the week between Christmas and New Year's Eve, two days before John went in for his shoulder surgery. We worried it wasn't the right time. Turns out it was the perfect time. We were grieving Cooper, who we had only lost a couple months before your arrival. John and I were feeling like we needed more time