When we were expecting our fourth child, our last baby, everyone would say, “He’ll be so laid back,” “What’s one more?” or “If you survived three, four will be a breeze.” So when our handsome last baby joined our family, we were not prepared for him to be the HARDEST BABY EVER (Read HERE if you … More We used to (before we had four!)
The solitude of the ten o’clock hour is something I look forward to each night. Not because I don’t love the voices that vibrate off the yogurt smudged walls of my home. Not because I don’t enjoy the daily recap conversation with my husband. Only because then, at ten o’clock, it is quiet. I can turn off … More I pray for my children
My oldest son is in second grade, and while he is most excited to share with me the broken mechanical pencil or the abandoned key chain he found in the dirty germ filled crevices of the school bus, I love skimming through all the work he brings home. I know it’s probably the teacher in … More Because I’m His Kid
Oh Little Girl, The sun does not wake me most mornings. No, most mornings it is you. You tip-toe across the room and climb under my covers. You snuggle your tiny frame until you’ve made me your perfect pillow. There we will fall back asleep; you, on my chest and I, dreaming the sweetest of dreams. … More Dear Daughter, Remember You Love Me
I realize I have somehow become the poop mom blogger, but seriously, I can’t be the only one with kids like these… My baby is new to this poop party. He just started eating baby food so his diapers have been full of surprises. As I’m busying myself with something probably not all that important, … More Another Poopy Day
A routine visit. An annual check-up for my rather farsighted eyes. That’s all I scheduled. Nix that. I scheduled a check-up for my soon-to-be seven-year-old too. A very pregnant mama and her three children walking in for an appointment. What could possibly go wrong? Just last week I had successfully taken my 20- month old daughter … More When you take your kids to the eye doctor…
I don’t watch the news. I don’t read the newspaper. My internet is not bookmarked to MSN or NPR. Go ahead, judge. Tell me I should be more educated. Or more informed of world and community events. My TV is on DVR mode where we watch EVERY. SINGLE. EPISODE. of Paw Patrol. My daily reading … More When fear consumes
“Mommy, you’re just a kid mom!” This is what I hear from the mouth of my sweet and introverted, Moo, who is strapped in his carseat in the rear of the van. “You’re just a kid mom. Dads and Grandmas work, but you are just a mom.” Just a mom. In his little four-year-old reality, … More Just A Mom!
Or should I say, It’s Hard To Be A GOOD Dad. We as moms get a lot of credit. When at the grocery store with all three of my kids, an elderly man or woman will often stare, smile, and say, “Good job, Mom!” At the doctor’s office with all my kids in the room, the … More It’s Hard To Be A Dad.
No one understands! Mommy doesn’t get it. Daddy doesn’t get it. That lady at the store that says, “That smile looks like trouble.” Yeah, she certainly doesn’t get it. Being three is hard. … More Being three is hard!