This morning, both my boys got up with their alarm clocks. And by alarm clocks, I mean me tramping down the hall and telling them to get up....

I am desperately trying to get caught up around here. Step one in that process has been uploading the nine million photos I took on our lit...

Mother's Day for me was one of the best. With church at nine a.m., I woke early to breakfast in bed and four smiling faces. The presen...

Last week, I shared with you the Husband's brilliant idea for spring break. Remember how I told you we handed our kids a pile of cash a...

The call comes in early this morning, the one we were waiting for. I listen to the recording with a smile on my face, and hear two sets of ...

Guess what? So it turns out that there is this crazy thing called "The Internet." And on "The Internet" there are thes...

Though we've been home from our trip to Boston for almost a month, I am finally getting around to editing the pictures I took there. Why...

The poor gator we brought back home with us . Yes, it's totally real. As you have no doubt been reading ad nauseam, we took a little tr...

One added bonus at the baptism this past weekend was the presence of both sets of parents (and one lovely cousin who braved a solo road trip...

I love it when they sometimes crawl into bed with me first thing in the morning, the smell of sleep still in their hair. They curl their wa...

I was watching my kids play in the snow last week. I watched their red cheeks, stretched tight with cold and laughter. The snow balls flew...

I am breaking radio silence here at Casa de Stie. (I know. Try to contain yourselves.) We have had a lovely holiday break, and plan on mak...