A note to my six-year-old story-writing self who blinked and somehow turned into a pushing-40-wife-of-the-most-amazing-husband-ever-and-mother-of-three-fantastically-wonderful-wild-and-crazy-boys. Be thankful God doesn’t always give you what you want. And to quote my friend Beth Moore (this is admittedly a quite lopsided friendship 🙂 ) “He will either bless you with what you want, or he will bless more than just you with what you did not know to want.” Preach it Beth. Clinging to those words today. PS – To the four friends whose pending departure is definitely not what this girl wants and has left a stinking annoying hole in my heart:…
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…
I am happy to know that I’m not the only person in my family who expresses my frustrations in writing. Sometimes you just have to let the paper know how you feel.
We own Love You Forever. It’s stuck in the bookcase somewhere between Oh The Thinks You Can Think and Animal Alphabet. We read it every now and then, but it always makes me feel a little funny. It’s starts out lovely but gets increasingly more bizarro with the flip of each page. I would be concerned about my mother-in-law’s mental health if she drove to our place at night with a ladder strapped to her car and then climbed up the side of the house to enter through a second-story window.  Wouldn’t you? That’s freaky enough, but if she then proceeded to…