A Lil’ Romance is in Order… 6

A Lil’ Romance is in Order…

For Christmas this year our older batch of children, the man-babies and the lady-babies, gave my husband, Justin and me a priceless gift. Wrapped in fancy paper was a coupon, offering free babysitting and dinner for two at our favorite restaurant in Dallas, the Nobu. I had a speaking event in the Dallas area so we planned accordingly and then peeled out of the driveway, kicking up dust as we sped out the front gate of our ranch last Saturday. …

Dear New Year Mom: FEAR NOT 2017
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Dear New Year Mom: FEAR NOT 2017

I know. Me too. What is this elusive, invisible time line lurking days away, where all of the sudden I will be different than before the stroke of midnight? If time is of the essence, why am I marginally out of time? Very little makes sense in my world. While trying to make dinner I was unable to locate a two-pound block of cheese. I asked the residents of my household “where’s the cheddar?” and one answered, “On the staircase.” …

My Child Doesn’t Believe in God…
Parenting

My Child Doesn’t Believe in God…

When our son Luke was 6 he asked if Santa was real. Luke was our 3rd child. His older brother and sister were already privy to the truth. So I knew he knew. I did the little bit about the real Saint Nick and why we do what we do. Yada. Yada. Yada. And Luke, being all Luke said a very Luke thing: Did you lie about Jesus too? Needless to say, with our younger children… we aren’t into Santa.  …

Yes, We Have No Shoe Boxes 5

Yes, We Have No Shoe Boxes

Day 29 Write 31 Days Stuff I Wish You’d Quit Saying: “Take a shoebox and…” I don’t have any shoeboxes. I don’t keep shoeboxes. When I buy shoes, I leave the box at the store. Somehow, I wear this as a badge of dishonor; a testament to my wretched mothering.  I have no shoeboxes. I am the mom with no shoeboxes.  We started to homeschool because I couldn’t deal with the judgments and whispers, “She doesn’t have any shoe boxes. …

i cant

Stuff I Wish You’d Quit Saying: I Can’t…

Stuff I Wish You’d Quit Saying… I can’t. The other day, after only 4 hours of sleep, I had an “I can’t…” moment. It lasted all day. The three-year-old refused to come out of the bathroom because he didn’t want me to see him naked. I literally gave him a bath last night. The 2-year-old insists on wearing Batman underwear OVER his clothes. I change his diaper and get him dressed, and he throws a walleyed fit until I put …

Dear Moms – You are Freaking Amazing!
Parenting

Dear Moms – You are Freaking Amazing!

Sunday, our 14-year-old daughter Sophie, in spite of inconvenience beyond measure, finagled her way to church. I know, appalling behavior, don’t worry she’s grounded for a week. We live thirty minutes from our church, on a ranch. I was out of town, 3 hours away. My husband was home alone with Sophie, Sam and Charlie (the vandals), and our one-year-old foster daughter. Sophie wanted to go to church. She got a ride into town with my sister, spent the night …