Tag Archives: boy

Bye, Greta. Back to the Barn.

Posted on July 25, 2015 by kellyinrepeat

I always remember my principal’s birthday because it falls on the day that Lolo died and I remember scrolling through Facebook on that day and seeing well wishes mixed with grief. My childhood dog, Casey, also died in July, a … Continue reading →

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A Time to Dance, A Time to Mourn

Posted on May 23, 2015 by kellyinrepeat

I skipped both birthday letters for my Spring babies. That is a first. Ever. I am either a horrible mother or I am paralyzed, still, with the waiting that comes prior to my eldest child leaving home. It’s like a … Continue reading →

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I See Your Florida and I Raise you a Game of Nerf Catch

Posted on April 17, 2014 by kellyinrepeat

It’s the hump day of my spring break, which is really turning out to not be a break (got the freelance job) and I am sitting at my filthy dining room table with Lizzie’s Lush face mask on my nose, … Continue reading →

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When in Doubt, Moose

Posted on June 2, 2013 by kellyinrepeat

I got this tattoo in my mid-thirties when I thought I was done having children. It holds the zodiac signs for each of the kids, plus Sean’s and mine because, well, we made the kids. Clearly, I had no clue … Continue reading →

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Instagram Lullaby

Posted on May 18, 2013 by kellyinrepeat

9:42. Finally settling down after a long and spirited birthday night. Quinn is next to me in bed, his sweet little cherub of an arm is tucked in the crook of my elbow. He is falling asleep slowly, his breaths … Continue reading →

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Heavy Decisions

Posted on April 8, 2013 by kellyinrepeat

I have been debating whether or not to finally go ahead and cut off these precious cherub curls. Ironically enough, I came across this poem that I wrote for Luke in December, 1998: First Haircut A white bank envelope full … Continue reading →

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