It was right there on my dry erase calendar in green marker and I missed it. Lewis – Reading Under the Stars I know I looked at the calendar during breakfast. I know I saw the words. And somehow I still missed it. So I sent my sweet little six-year-old to school without his pillow…without his book…and without the coolest and most important part of the equation…his flashlight. What did I feel like when I noticed my oversight shortly before it was time to go pick him up from school? Worst mom ever. That’s what. Uggghhh! I am a planner….
“The less clothes she has on, the more likely she is to be carrying emotional baggage.” Love this quote on modesty from the Hearts at Home Conference I attended this weekend. It’s about the only thing I got out of this particular workshop because the speaker, who obviously has a much different personality than me, kept making me interact with the person sitting next to me. I DID NOT KNOW THE PERSON SITTING NEXT TO ME. For the whole 50-minute session I kept thinking things like, “What is she going to make me say to this lady next?” and “Oh…
Perler beads and the mind of a creative six-year-old boy can be a dangerous combination. Ten purposeless points to the first person who correctly guesses what this. Go!
To those of you whose exposure to male children is minimal and/or whose faces turn varying shades of pink at the mention of certain body parts, please consider this a caution. You may not want to read my guest post at Ironic Mom today. It is not my typical blog post, but it is a true story plucked right out of my everyday life. One of those stories generally reserved for my “mommy-soul-mate” Marti. The friend God knew I needed long before I did. Between our combined six male children, we have some tales you probably wouldn’t believe if we…