In case you think this is going to be one of those posts about my amazing kid that cheered me on and texted all his friends to say how proud he was of me… it’s not.
In case you think that I am about to paint a picture of a kid that, bless his heart, was so tender and “Jesus-like” that it made the rest of us want to vomit… you’re in luck.
This is not that post. Continue reading
“Mom, what’s wrong with the bunny”….
One of my favorite stories from my crazy childhood. By the time my youngest sister joined our family life was already in full swing. As if five children was not enough madness my parents bought us bunnies one Easter, which us three older girls were delighted to baby.
So when my very active- like bounce off the walls active- brother “accidentally” killed my sister’s bunny while she was at school…. Continue reading
Well, it’s time…
“What! Didn’t you just get back and now you are leaving again?”
Yes, yes I did.
Yes, yes I am. Continue reading
So, we went to the beach with our new friend. His name is Musaed (pronounced Moo-saud) and he asked that I used his real name and has given me permission to share his story, which is pretty stinkin incredible, so the next post will be just that.
But, I need to address something first, something that became so apparently obvious to me in the middle of our amazing day. Continue reading
Okay, What did you do with my Daughter (PART 5)
After a long day, my thoughts turned back to Brooke as we finished our ride in the cab. Was it a mistake to leave her while I visited the Drop in Center? I mean, I trust my team- my colleagues- but this is India.
I started to wonder how she was doing without me. After seeing girls her age… babies, just babies and how they were raised. No protection. No protection from the pains of this world. No protection of their innoncence….. Continue reading
Dear baby girl,
I know this is hard. Your first day in India. Your first day seeing anything like this- ever.
As I look at these two pictures, taken only days apart. So different.
One so comfortable. One so not. Continue reading
Sometimes the craziness in my home just catches me off guard.
I find myself thinking, did I just get teleported to some kind of alternate universe?
Ever happen to you?
Take last Wednesday. The kids and I were sitting down for dinner. They were grabbing their napkins (aka paper towels because I don’t think I have ever bought a napkin in my life) and silverware and were headed to the table and our conversation went something like this. Continue reading
Have you ever had those moments either as a parent or a person that just seem like a total fail?
I’m not talking like you’re grouchy or just out of sorts, I mean like epic- utter- you’re not sure who you turned into- FAIL.
I had one of those yesterday. Total nose dive… and the weird thing is that it was like I saw myself going down. Mayday! Mayday! She’s not pulling up!!!! Continue reading
Today was Jake’s day. Living in a house of all girls, my fourteen year old son rarely gets a day that is all about him.
But, today was the day. With one sister at dance and the other babysitting, it was just the two of us. This was my chance, my chance to connect with my ‘man-child’. At 6 2′, 175 pounds Jake is, ummm, a little big for one that hasn’t even started high school yet. But, all it takes is about 5 seconds with him to know that is he all of fourteen. He loves sports, video games, more sports, being goofy and pestering his sisters. Continue reading
I can’t help but share what happened today in the car because you really can’t get a clear understanding of what it is like to raise a fourteen year old boy in a house full of girls unless you are right smack dab in the middle of it. I mean, even the books on raising boys don’t prepare you for all the farts, wrestling and just plain madness one will encounter with boys in the house.
It started innocently enough. I had picked up my Alex from school and then Jake. We were headed to pick up Brooke (yes… three different schools because life is just not crazy enough) when I pulled out Alex’s spelling list.