When I was little, our family would take long road trips each summer. Between staying in campsites with our pop-up trailer for six, we'd often stop along the way and stay with relatives and long-time friends of my parents. There was the house with the deaf cat you did NOT want to sneak up on,... Continue Reading →
How to Raise Teenagers…
I gave him his last tuck-in as a 12-year-old last night. Right now, there's still a Christmas tree lit up in our living room, but it's sporting a Happy Birthday banner dangling off the big star on top—stretching to the curtain rod. Yes, it's January, and there are birthday presents underneath that tree. Multi-functional? I... Continue Reading →
Cousins are some of the first friends we have as children.
It was kind of like an exchange program. Within days, we had said goodbye to my son and hello and welcome to a tall nephew who was to take my son's place for 10 days. He got his bed, coat hooks, shoe shelf, toothbrush drawer, and video game controller. And most of all, he got... Continue Reading →
What’s in the box?
"I'll blindfold him; it'll be fine." That sounds very suspicious if taken out of context. A big brother and I had just returned with a pair of sneakers from the clearance section at the outlet store. With his birthday on the horizon, the littlest brother eagerly submitted to the whole 'blindfold situation.' And with a... Continue Reading →
A Letter to my Sons
To my dear boys, God has made you strong, smart, unique, and so very handsome. Your strong wills and soft hearts are a paradox of perfection. Each one of you complete this family so well, and everyday we are so thankful that God has sent you to us. Be good men like your Daddy. Work... Continue Reading →
When your husband is all, “I get you girl…”
“Want to go get a flu shot?” He asks as he steps through the door. “I think you could really use a break.” He says as he observes the wailing toddler clinging to my leg, and my face that says, "I'm done now..." Husbands are good at that. They are good at observing that you’re... Continue Reading →
Picture Frames and Pillow Fights
These four boys of mine live life with vigour; which is defined as intensity, strength, and substantial energy or force. Yes, yes, and YES. Sometimes that vigour is overwhelming, please refer back to the intensity part of the definition… That vigour has resulted in two snapped boards in the bunkbed, a broken shelf, a hole... Continue Reading →
Restful Adventures: with 4 boys under the age of 8
Lately I’ve been proclaiming that all of our days are days of adventure. I find it’s more exciting for me, and the kids seem to get excited when I get excited. Funny how it obviously works like that. They’re all wondering what on earth we are doing on said adventure days, and I’m all, ‘I... Continue Reading →
