Recently I had an opportunity to spend the day with our four-year-old son, Sam. Sam is currently #5 out of seven kids. He needed some time with just me. Sam is the oldest of the “new litter.” The old litter consists of our four biological children. Sam and his soon to be adopted little brother,Read More
Our four-year-old son, leader of the vandals, Sam has been referring to himself in the third person. Furthermore, he calls himself “Sammy.” Y’all, no one calls him Sammy but himself. “Sammy wants to go outside.” “Sammy doesn’t like dat kind of cheese.” “Sammy wants to get naked and eat cake.” I find this odd. AndRead More
I wish I was a better mother. Truly. I don’t say this so you’ll say…”Oh, you’re so great.” In so many ways I am just not that grand. For starters, I am a yeller. One time, in a counseling session (whatever if you don’t go to counseling bravo for you and yours) a kid said,Read More
I shouldn’t get shocked. I shouldn’t get caught off guard. Alas, I am constantly shocked and further caught off guard. I am old. Well, maybe not old, but I am older than most of the mommies dropping off two youngsters at Mother’s Day Out. Our two youngest sons, “brothers from other mothers,” are 4Read More
I am old. This is what the new batch of our babies have to look forward to. They have an old mom. And she’s way behind the times. They will to go school with kids that were birthed into swimming pools… In their living rooms! Am I new? I am just hearing about this. I saw the Duggars doing “natural” deliveries in a bath tub..