I spend my days at home with 4 precious, young children. Most days are simple. And sweet. Yes, there are squabbles. Yes, there are messes. Yes, going anywhere is an ordeal. But overall, the days are filled with sweetness. Not yesterday. Yesterday was bad. If cameras had recorded what went on inside my house and […] Read more…
I am the proud mother of a wonderful loving threenager. What’s that you say? Oh, well let me inform you. A threenager is basically a living Sour Patch kid. One minute, they are laying on the concrete screaming and next playing happily with their siblings. They are demanding crustless bread and skinless apples in fun shapes, […] Read more…
Emotionally speaking, toddlers make 13-year-old girls seem like rock-solid titans of reason. My own 3-year-old has been “set off” by something as seemingly not-big-deal-ish as finishing her sucker, her shoes being too “match-y” and – my personal favorite – her blanket lovey not being smelly enough. I am now knee-deep in my 3rd toddler, with a 4th following […] Read more…
My eyes are going bad. What I mean is, not too long ago my eyes had only rose-colored vision for my precious children. But now, it seems that I’m focusing less on them and more on, well, the mess. Now, instead of quickly grabbing the camera when I walk into a room and find one of the […] Read more…
This post is dedicated to the wonderful fathers in my life. They are funny, loving, and fiercely dedicated to their families. Happy early Father’s Day! To the Father who raised me: A few things you may not know, or may not remember… In elementary school, and even in middle school, sometimes we’d have to write 5 […] Read more…
This post was written at 90 miles per hour. I am on a mission…a mission to battle a gigantic, ugly misconception. And it has to do with my kids…so watch out, world. It seems like every time I go anywhere – grocery store, library, Chick Fil A, the dentist, you name it – and I […] Read more…
If you give a toddler a cookie, she will ask for a cup of milk. If you give her a cup of milk, rather than a sippycup of milk, she will knock it over instantly. If you fetch a rag to clean up the milk, she will want her own rag so that she can […] Read more…
Last night, a little after midnight, I finally went to bed. It hadn’t been a bad day, just a busy and exhausting one. In fact, I felt really good about everything I had gotten done… …fed the kids …homeschooled the kids …washed the kids …reminded the kids about Jesus …swept and re-swept floors …picked up and […] Read more…
Can I tell you something? I have a toddler. He’s precious and sweet and says cute things like, “I’m not silly, I’m happy!” This precious, sweet and funny little guy has however, since 3 months of age been an “on again” and “off again” sleeper. The mountains and valleys of our twilight hours would make […] Read more…
If it comes off of my child’s body – teeth, hair, umbilical cords – I do not keep it. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with displaying a tuft of hair or a crusty, decomposing umbilical stub in a shadow box…it’s just not for me. But drawings, doodles, scraps of napkin with a tic-tac-toe scribbled […] Read more…