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So, I created this letter for my daughter, and now I'm SOBBING. I can't even see to type. So, let's just hope this is relatively free of errors. I'm sobbing because:

1) our baby girl turns 2 today and

2) I was dumb enough to make a video montage to commemorate it.

"For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace." (Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, ESV)

For everything, a season. And it seems that our 3-year-old and our almost-2-year-old have joined together to drag us all—kicking and screaming—through the "break down," "weep," and "war" seasons of life. Every day feels like a cage match. Every. Single. Day.

If you've ever seen the film(s) Paranormal Activity, the following post will probably run through your mind as you try to fall back asleep tomorrow at 3 a.m., and you'll say, "I hate you, Katy in a Corner, for reminding me of this! And, oh great. Now I'm thinking about Katy standing in the corner of my room, and I'm even MORE freaked out!" And I'll just laugh and laugh because I "saw" Paranormal Activity on my parents' TV with ten fingers in front of my face, without my glasses on, and singing "LALALALALALA" at the top of my lungs. And the only thing I could tell you about that film is that the painting that hangs on my parents' wall close to their TV is really beautiful. Why? Because I'm not an idiot, that's why. I don't watch scary movies because I don't want to be reminded of them every time I have to use the facilities at 4 a.m.

"She opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue. She looks well to the ways of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: 'Many women have done excellently, but you surpass them all.' Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised." (Proverbs 31:26-30, ESV)

When the author of the second part of Proverbs 31 "penned" these words, I can only imagine he must have known a woman like this:

No more feeling hopeless and helpless during one of the most important supporting roles of your life as a labor & delivery coach. Watch this video and learn how to shine as a birthing coach!

Do y'all remember a few weeks ago when I was fussing on Facebook about potty training and how I should just write a book called, How to Potty Train in a Year and a Half?

Okay, well, it's finally happening. I can't believe it! All that time spent neglecting my children and focusing on my many, many personal talents has finally paid off. [Let me guess, you're finally joining the circus?] I have a book deal!

I made two promises last week. One was a promise I made to myself that I will never again take a 16-hour road trip with two toddlers. Unless we move and I absolutely have to do it. And then I'll probably be in the back seat screaming the entire time. And then the kids can record me for a change. The second promise is that I would publish this video here today. But, before you view it, there are eight things you should know:

1. No two clips are the same.
2. I sent hours of this footage to Gitmo.
3. These are the happier moments I captured. (I spared you the unhappy ones.)
4. No children were harmed in the making of this video.
5. Though, children may have been disciplined in the making of this video.

This past Wednesday—the day we drove from Georgia back to Kansas—was probably the longest day I have experienced since I labored 22 hours with JJ. Except for the day three weeks ago when we went from Kansas to Georgia. Both of those road trips were much like giving birth. Long, laborious, loud, and painful. Only […]

One of the many things I love about this blog is that it gives me the chance to interact and laugh with so many other parents who have either been through the phase of life I’m in or can remember it like it was yesterday. I can’t possibly describe how much it means when I […]

I know I said it last Friday, but the past few weeks were ROUGH. I don’t mean slightly irritating from time-to-time. I mean spontaneous tantrums from sun-up to sun-down with very little help from Brian since he had an unusually difficult work schedule. Rough, I tell you. Like, single parent rough. (I want to go […]