A tale of the potty train.

I heard the bedroom door slam. I looked around the room and counted three boys. The three big boys. Where was my two year old? Filled with instant suspicion I opened his bedroom door to find him and his guilty looking face of concentration and effort. "Go mom! Go!" He yelled at me. Hmmm... His... Continue Reading →

It’s reading time.

"Hey guys, come and get some food, we're not eating again after this for at least two hours." There was a fine spread of apples, carrots, juicy oranges, cheese, and scrambled eggs. They came running. "Thank you for dinner mom!" my two year old said after he had finished his food and was sliding backwards... Continue Reading →

When $4.47 buys the perfect gift.

"Mom, can you please take us to Indigo? We want to buy YOU a Christmas present." Their little voices echoed loudly from their bedroom. I could hear them rattling around in their money jars, and shortly after they appeared by my side. Their little fists were filled with a variety of low currency coins. Their... Continue Reading →

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.


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