I’m not sure how one goes about starting to write again after a year off, but I’m going to try anyway.

We’ll call this Wild Williamsons 2.0. I’m not the mom to a newborn anymore. I’ve got two full blown human beings on my hand now. They walk and talk and communicate and are so. much. FUN.

An update on each of us:

Mike is still working his butt off to provide for us, then comes home and hangs out with the kids and is generally awesome. He also took up running again and is really good at it.

I’m still at home with the kids, and joined the gym again. I’m also taking a weaving class on Tuesday nights and I’ll show off my fabulously beautiful scarf I’m weaving after it’s done.

Adam is in preschool two days a week. It’s a play based preschool and he absolutely loves it. One of his teachers is my neighbor and friend so that’s pretty amazing too. He goes to school and gets dirty and tired and has a ball. He’s wicked smart, can name all the planets, and would live in water if we let him.

Owen is turning into an amazing little mischievous ham. He’s goofy, loves food, asks to be wrapped, and has been weaned for about two weeks now. He loves his family fiercely, is skeptical of anyone else, and gives the best hugs ever. If you’re ever on the receiving end of one get ready for the hug of your life.

Like I said, I don’t have babies anymore. I’ve got KIDS.

This only scratches the surface of us right now. I’ll write more, I promise. Here’s a sampling of pictures to hold you over.

I’ve missed this. I’ll be back soon.

When Things Fail Spectacularly

What. A. DAY. What a day! Or afternoon is more accurate.

All was well at first. Kids were being good, I was getting some chores done, we were fine. Then Owen started getting into the laundry so I walked over to get a wrap so I could put him up and get it all finished. While I was prepping the wrap I look over and Owen is flat on his face in the kitchen. Then he looks up at me and-blood. He’d hit something on his mouth.

At first I thought he had just broken his lip open, but nope. The top tooth that erupted THREE days ago was barely visible. It was bleeding too. Ugh. After a panicked call to Mike who tells me to call the doctor (because I was panicking and not thinking right), I called the doc. They said, “Uhhhhh call a dentist”. The first dentist said something along the lines of, that sucks. Call a pediatric dentist.

The third call was a lifesaver. “Come on in!” they told me.

Great! So I got the kids dressed, dabbed some more blood off Owen’s face and left.

Well we tried to leave. As I was backing out of the driveway I was playing with Adam and making him giggle. All of a sudden he starts to vomit everywhere!! So he starts screaming, which makes Owen cry harder! I’m now in full head is spinning mode. I’m going to go out on a limb here and say my coping skills have not developed fully as a mother because I did not handle it well. Like at all.

I went to make sure Adam was ok and was greeted with another eruption of vomit and even more high pitched screaming. So I get back into the garage and start to strip Adam down because he’s going STRAIGHT to the bath. It’s 30 degrees out today so the poor thing was freezing. I tell him to get inside so I can get Owen out. They’re both still screaming by the way.

I had to call the dentist back and I think I pushed the wrong button because someone answered who had no idea why I screamed, “We’re not coming!!” into the phone while children cried all around, and then hung up.

So up the stairs we went. Adam got a scrub down while I tried to keep Owen from getting into the toilet, trash can, and cupboards. At least they both calmed down by that point. It only then dawned on me that Adam woke up from his nap writhing like something was bothering him but couldn’t articulate what it was. I’m gonna guess his stomach hurt.

After I got him out of the bath things got better. Mike showed up, helped me with the vomit covered car seat, and is now on a quest to get the best breadsticks ever while I make spaghetti for dinner with Adam while Owen naps. Dentist appointment has been rescheduled for tomorrow morning. He was gracious enough to let me take a picture of Owen’s mouth to make sure it didn’t warrant an immediate visit tonight. It didn’t.

I’m going to leave this picture here. Because that’s what my hair looked like by the end of this ordeal, and I was laughing to keep from crying. I need a drink. Or a nap. Either or.



My Life in Blurry Pictures

Life is crazy with two kids. CRAZY. Most of my pictures are blurry because everything moves so fast that I don’t have time to get the perfect shot. Our picture library is full of fuzzy, blurry, badly lit pictures of us. And I love them all. So here are a few of the hundreds that we have. Hopefully this blogging once a month thing won’t become a habit and I can post more soon.

Playing peek-a-boo.


We call this “goating”. Adam basically rams his head into his brother and scoots him across the floor.


And then Owen doesn’t like it so he starts to cry. Adam is already stepping into his big brother role and tries to offer a toy to soothe him before Mom and Dad come in. I can hear him already saying, “Shhhh baby Owen here’s a toy!! Don’t get me in trouble Owen Boo Boo!”


Owen can hold his own though:


Occasionally they team up for a Mom take-down:


Or a cuddle with Dad:


Or just hang around:



And then they get together for one split second so I can take a picture and my heart is happy.




And occasionally we’re all in the frame and it’s not fuzzy and nobody is crying and I start picking out the frame to hang it on the wall.





Conversations With Babies

Me: Owen look at this horse! Neighhhhh!

Owen: nom nom nom nom nom!

Me: Owen give mama a kiss!

Owen: Squeeeaaaaallll! slurp slurp nom nom (bite)

Me: Owen time to eat!

Owen: CHOMP (Twice actually. We’re working on that.)

As you can see most of my interactions with Owen lately involve a lot of drool and chomping and basically anything within a foot of his mouth goes directly into it. Rubber boots, my house shoes, a broom. Everything.

Adam on the other hand is mostly:

Me: Adam what do you want for lunch?

Adam: Scrreeeeeech!!! (his best t-rex impression)

But sometimes:

Me: Adam I love you.

Adam: I so love you too Mommy. I glad you my boofilicious Mommy.

I so love my T-rex and my zombie baby.


An Update

Oh right! I have a blog that I haven’t written for over a month!

I thought about this while watching the news today, because we’ve had rain pouring down over us for a week, and now a hurricane has developed off the east coast and is headed north ready to dump another 6 inches on us. We were supposed to head down to the beach this weekend, but uh, that’s not happening. It’s the perfect thing to talk about, I thought. Then I realized I hadn’t updated everything that’s been happening in this crazy, crazy month. So here goes:

We moved! Our new house is amazing. All the bedrooms are on the same floor, we have a really great fenced in back yard, and once it’s cleared of our junk the bonus room above the garage is going to be amazing. The unpacking and decorating have been a little neglected though because we’ve been getting the old house ready for market. (Well Mike has anyway. I stayed home and watched the kids because driving over an hour to let them play in an empty house all day is not conducive to getting anything done.)

The old house went on the market a few days ago and we accepted an offer last night! The buyers want a quick closing so if all goes well that’ll happen in a few weeks. Tomorrow we’re all headed out there before all the nasty weather hits us. I want to see the house one last time and I’ll provide a little more storage room in my car for getting the last bit of stuff out of the garage. I hope the new people love it. I’m sad to see the house that sheltered both of our babies go.

The kids have taken the new house and the move very well. After a rough first week, both kids have settled into their rooms beautifully and have already made the place their own. Adam asks about the old house occasionally, and I’m hoping that visiting one last time and seeing it empty will help him understand that we’re not going back to live there.

They’ve both also decided that this is the optimum month to make unreal amounts of developmental leaps. Adam has all of his teeth now, and has started pretending, telling us stories, and speaking in paragraphs. He’s also so very close to potty training I can’t stand it. All he needs to do is figure out how to get himself to the bathroom instead of me telling him to go. Oh yeah, and he talks non stop!! All sorts of questions, the same question repeated over and over, and gibberish words when all else fails him stream out of his mouth in a river of new skills. It’s been…tolerable. So far. Check back with me in a month when it hasn’t stopped.

Owen likewise has found his voice, except it comes out in ear shattering screams, complete with tongue out and drool landing on us. He’s started to get up on his elbows and knees and wants so badly to get around. Not that rolling and scooting on his face isn’t working, because it is. That kid is fast, and has an obsession with the Blu-Ray player unlike any I’ve ever seen. I blink and he’s found his way over to it and is trying his best to reach up and eat it. He also doesn’t have any teeth, but has started solids. It’s only been bananas so far, but sweet potatoes are next on the menu tonight.

So that’s that for now. I’m hoping that being done with the old house will free up more time over here and I can keep up with the happenings. I’m going to go back to my banana bread in the oven, because nothing brings out the baker in me like an impending rainy apocalypse

In Search of the Foxglove House

Mike interviewed for his new job the week Owen was born, and started a couple weeks later. We knew that eventually we were going to move closer to it, just didn’t know exactly when. His commute isn’t awful at 55 minutes, but it’s not a great one. Eventually we started searching with the mentality that if we found an awesome house we’d jump on it but it wasn’t a huge deal. Lots of houses in our price range were available but nothing really called out to us.

Then there was the Foxglove house. We almost didn’t look at it because it sat on top of a large hill with a steep driveway. But oh, the house was wonderful. Big backyard, huge garage, plenty of space, and a great flow that made it feel just right. It was slightly out of our price range, but it had been on the market for a while so we though we might be able to offer lower. Mike decided to drive out there after work one day to see how the commute was and it turned out to be a not so perfect house. The commute took him through the busiest section of Raleigh and was over an hour.

Womp womp womp. So no Foxglove house for us.

The search continued into different areas that would avoid the traffic. One day Mike sent me a listing that looked really familiar. The finishes were different but, wait a second, is that? It’s the same layout as the Foxglove house!! It turns out the floor plan was built all over the place! That one was too far, another one we ended up touring another had a terrible front yard, another one was too expensive. It seemed everywhere we looked there was at least one Foxglove house around. It wasn’t the only house we were willing to take, but man was it nice. More than one house didn’t stand up to the “Foxglove House” test and we passed on it.

When we found the house we ended up buying, we had pretty much decided to stop looking for a while. But it was a great house, in a great neighborhood, and we jumped on it. No Foxglove House test was administered. A couple days later my father in law sent us an email and told us the house looked really similar to the Foxglove layout but in reverse.

Whaaaat? No it’s not the Foxglove house is it? But then we looked again. Same foyer, half bath off to the side, island in the kitchen. Yep it was the same layout, but backwards. There were a couple of differences, like an entryway closet and the layout of the laundry room is different, but it’s the same house. No wonder it feels like home to me already. The house we were searching for was there all the time, we just needed it in the right order for it to be ours. We got our Foxglove house.

We move in 10 days, and even with all of the stress of packing and carting the kids around it feels like Christmas to me. And isn’t the house just beautiful?

Skipping Rock

To Don’t

Things never to do if you want your baby to sleep:

A number 2. They’ll wake up every time. Right in the middle of everything.



The Dishes.

Grown-up stuff that got those babies here in the first place.

Relaxing of any kind. The minute that TV show comes on you know baby is going to be up and ready to party.

Sleep. I’ve decided that when a parent’s head hits the pillow it’s like a sonic boom to babies. Their eyes fly open immediately because they think you’re supposed to stand guard at their door or some crap.


Get the sewing machine out.

Eat a meal (but cooking it is fine. They’ll let you cook that whole damn meal but don’t you dare eat it!).

Plan an outing that requires a nap.

Try to get one to not cry or to go back to sleep so they don’t wake up the other one.

Start a blog post. You’ll finish it with the baby in your lap (like now).

Think about them too hard. Just forget they’re up there because some psychic connection will trigger and they’ll need you. This one is especially potent if you think about how awesome your kids are and how much you love them. Stay away from cute pictures like this:


Or this:


I know, i know. What cute little faces!! Well those cute little faces are going to be awake soon and pissed that mom or dad thought too hard about them and woke them up. Just don’t do it!

What you should do if you want baby to sleep:

Sit quietly and worry that they’ll wake up.

Decide not to start a project because they’ll be up soon anyway (they’ll sleep for HOURS).

Plan an outing that requires them to wake up.

This PSA brought to you by: my kids. Waking me up at the crack of dawn since 2013.