The ‘love your brother’ project.

There wasn't much peace among brothers in our home anymore. Just fighting, arguing, punching, slapping, hollering... you name it, it was happening. One morning as I felt another strand of my hair turning bright white, I knew something had to change. I took the older brothers aside and we had a heart to heart. "I... Continue Reading →

Who’s picking the movie?

Do you remember the Disney 'Frozen' movie craze? That time when little kids were singing the lyrics to "Let it Go" on every playground and inside every store, every single time you turned around? Yeah, we basically missed the boat on that one. We watched the movie ONE time when it came out, and that's... Continue Reading →

Don’t stop repeating…

“I don’t get why we have to do this dumb school Mom. This typing program is the worst.” I’ve heard that same repetitive speech every day from him since we started that typing program last spring. He hates that it often feels difficult and relentless and that it takes so long to complete each level.... Continue Reading →

From Shaking Rattles to Nerf Gun Battles

Our first baby. There was no Lego for him to swallow in the house yet; no tiny toys for him to accidentally ‘find’ and put into his mouth. The privilege of every first born I suppose. I would sit next to him on our ‘OK to spit up on this’ protective blanket that was on the corner of our living room rug. It was the pre-crawling sitting era of babyhood. The era where your baby stayed where you set him down.

15 years of ordinary.

It's been 15 years since I walked down that aisle wearing that sparkly white dress, while the song "At Last" played in the background. Supreme irony as this 20 year old girl journeyed from the back of the church on her father's arm, to the hands of her handsome and smiling 21 year old soon-to-be... Continue Reading →

Hanging up the grumpy socks.

"It's time to go guys! Socks on, pants on, shoes on, coats on, meet me by the door!" This phrase is always followed by a frantic flurry of four little boys and their flying shoes, socks, and pants. Always. Upon return from the great 'outside of our apartment' expedition, all 'outdoor' clothes are promptly removed... Continue Reading →

“What’s on the wall?”

I was barely pregnant with my first son when my friend came to visit with her little girl. I watched that sweet little toddler dip her hands in the BBQ chip bag on my kitchen counter. She then shoved the chips in her mouth, licked her fingers, and then began walking down my stairwell from... Continue Reading →

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