Days of Wine and Noses

by Erin

Mood: Relaxing with a glass of wine.

Goal: Hoping to fight off any impending viral or bacterial invaders.

Result: Emergen-C Pinot. A “healthy buzz.” (Alese double dog dared me to put that corny line in there. And I love it.) Continue reading →

T1D Mama Self Care

by Erin

I’m about to enjoy a little post Christmas multitasking pampering. The kids are asleep and Mr. Mister is too because he isn’t feeling well. Unfortunately he has the same cold I did last week. I put on my ridiculous fluffy socks. Continue reading →

Laughter is the Best Medicine…

by Erin

I hope you all find the humor in this like I do… or maybe I’m just in the giggly phase of sleep deprivation. Continue reading →

By The Pricking Of My Thumbs… 

Something Wicked This Way Comes

“Don’t let them drink your tears and want more! Will! Don’t let them take your crying, turn it upside down and use it for their own smile! I’ll be dammed if death wears my sadness for glad rags. Don’t feed them one damn thing, Willy, loosen your bones! Breathe!” Something Wicked This Way Comes, p. 310

by Erin

Halloween has always been one of my favorite traditions. I’m not even into the really spooky stuff. I like the fun and pageantry of it all. Continue reading →

Silver Linings

I woke up this morning, so that’s a good start! And so did my son. More on that later.

by Erin

My kids have been fascinated with the painted rock trend that has taken over our neighborhood. Some sweet neighbors painted rocks and hid them. On a trip to the playground, Grasshopper found a rock with a football on it and and Sunshine found one with a heart. On another trip to our town center, Grasshopper found a purple rock with the words “Kindness Rocks! Spread the Word!” Continue reading →

Midnight Preparations 

by Erin

It is after midnight on September 19. The smell of insulin in my kitchen means that I’m getting another cartridge ready for Grasshopper’s insulin pump. It smells like hospitals. Like Band-Aids. To me it smells like life for my 5 year old son. Continue reading →