Yesterday was dreary and rainy. To make matters worse, I had a sick(ish) kid at home. It was a day that made me want a hot cup of tea on my sofa with a blanket and a book. But since there was no time for curling up on the couch, I moved on to the …
Sometimes when I sit down at my computer, all ready to write and be creative and feel productive… I get stuck. There are days that the words flow from my fingers before I even realized I typed them. There are mornings that stories form in my head while I’m packing school lunches or washing my …
We love to play games in the car (when we’re not dancing). My little fella, Evan loves the alphabet game. Unfortunately for me and Evan, Chad is unreasonably good at the alphabet game and he always wins (GAH). Last night we went to visit Chad’s grandparents, and on the way home Andrew (my not-so-little-anymore fella) …
This past Friday, while I was waiting for Chad to come home from work, I got out all the sprinkles in the cabinet and had a party. Fridays afternoons are fun! On Fridays, if I’m lucky, my sweetheart gets home from work at noon. Instead of leftovers or tuna fish sandwiches at the kitchen table, …
My little guy, Evan likes to leave me notes. He will go through an entire stack of copy paper in a week if you don’t watch him. He sneaks into my room and tapes things to the back of my bedroom door so that when I close the door his letter to me is in my face. …
It’s unseasonably warm outside and there’s no sign of snow this winter season. Snow for us in the south is like a big adventure. We wake up extra early and peek out at the glistening white powder that frosts the once dreary landscape. We whisper to the children, “Get up and look out the window!,” …
When asked what they want for dinner on any every given day, my children have two standard answers: Evan- quesadillas. Andrew- pizza. If they were in charge of the menu planning that is all we’d ever have, with perhaps a cheeseburger every now and again. I’ve stopped asking. But it also drives me completely bananas when they ask …
Christmas is over and this house is full of fever. Cabin fever. The kids are still home from school, and though they have a host of new toys, games, and water guns (thanks, Aunt Lindsey), they really seem to most enjoy harassing each other. And me. Yesterday when Andrew’s belligerent little butt got sent to …