Apr 16
“Mommy, I made Elmo sad,” called little Kolby. I hurried into the living room of my neighbor Keri’s house where Kolby was playing in their tot-sized plastic kitchen. “Why did you make him sad?” I asked. Two-year old Kolby hung her head low and sheepishly whispered, “I peed on him.” I looked down and realized …
Mar 24
People keep asking my husband and me if we are knocked up yet. I’d bemoan the lack of modern civility but since I did post our intent to procreate to the entire internet universe –I might have to own this one and take the hit. So, in all honesty I’m a little conflicted now about …
Jan 02
After a good deal of prayer, looking for various signs from heaven, and crying out for fleece (and then more fleece because God can’t really be serious about this), I think Tim and I are going to go for the BIG TRY. For a baby that is. And some poor dog out there is out …
Dec 08
Check out my awesome boa! I am having one of those icky-sicky days where I sound like a barking seal and feel like snotty slug. But sometimes we have to buck up and get through these crap days. I find that laughing is always the best medicine. So, I decided to share some of …
Nov 10
Next month, my husband Tim and I will have a rather important discussion –do we try to get pregnant and go for a fourth child or do we cry “uncle,” say three children is enough and buy a puppy instead? Decisions, decisions… My friend Page says if I have to even ask the question I’m …
Oct 04
Some people labor in vain, while others are just vain laborers. (quote by Sam) It started during the morning staff meeting. Just as I reached for the tapitio sauce to spice up my egg burrito, a wave of intense pain rolled around my tailbone then wrapped all the way around to my swollen belly. I …
Sep 22
As the leaves turn golden and the first chill in the morning gives way to scorching Southern California afternoons, it seems we have slipped into the fall season, which I mostly like, except for one particular event that makes me cringe-the dreaded Halloween costume shopping. Now, I take great delight in picking out baby’s costume …
Sep 06
In our home, we have two distinctions for withholding the truth. One version is called a secret or a lie. Secrets are bad and we heavily discourage this type of sneakiness (except for mommy’s little beauty secrets, and those are between her and God). We have serious consequences in our family for telling lies of …
Aug 30
I sat transfixed; eyes focused on the head coach, listening to him describe the prestigious football program of his private high school and all that it offered to my son. The moment seemed surreal. I glanced around at the plush meeting room of the athletic department and tried not to pinch myself. It was a …
Aug 10
It’s not like she didn’t warn me. I heard a tiny mew, barely above a whisper from the baby, “mama, poop.” I didn’t smell anything, so I figured it was a false alarm. Or maybe I was in denial. We were having so much fun scarfing down sticky cinnamon buns, delicate tea sandwiches, and rice …
