It happened. A new motherhood-rite-of-passage. You hope, hope, hope, it never will and then it does. Kate and I got lice. Ewwwww….just say it. (Are you scratching your head yet?) Kate had been scratching her head for a week or so, and I was faithfully checking her hair and scalp. AND NOT FINDING A THING. Then, the morning we were set to leave for a lovely nearby resort, I had the silly Continue Reading
I’m Sick of Being the Time Police
I. AM. SO. SICK. OF. BEING. THE. TIME. POLICE. Wish I had something really rich, deep and inspiring to share, but I don’t. It’s a day for just venting. Every day, every mother goes through this. GETTING OUT THE DOOR. For school, for camps, for appointments, for sports, for the grocery store, for play-dates and playtimes. For WHATEVER, because we don’t live and hibernate in our homes. Nor do I Continue Reading
Baby, You Have Come So Far
Once you hardly moved. Now you are running. Once you hardly cried. Now your cry is heard and understood. Once you barely spoke. Now you ask a million-seventy-two questions per day. Once you could not hold anything in your poor low-tone fingers. Now you can write two sentences, easily. Once you could not read the pages of the books you flipped through obsessively. Now you read. Out loud. Continue Reading
I Desperately Need Arts-N-Crafts Boot Camp
I bought my very first glue gun. I know, I know…how did I survive 11+ years as a stay-at-home mom without one?? Well, if you have been reading my blog from the start, you KNOW that I dislike and avoid arts and crafts. Is it that I dislike or even hate these type of projects, or is the truth that I am totally, undeniably insecure in my artistic ability? Yes, the latter. I told you I would Continue Reading
Tooth Lost, Joy Found
One night as I was tucking Kate (age 6) into bed, she said, “Mom, what is happening?!” and turned around to show me her mouth, which was dripping blood. I shrieked, “You lost your tooth! Your first tooth!” But then we could not actually find it. We searched her bedding, her pajamas, under her bed, and through the shag rug, all to no avail. She didn’t mind she was so belly-laughing-slap-happy Continue Reading
I Avoid The Mother’s Day Aisles
I still miss my mother. It’s been 7 years and 7 months since she passed away from lung cancer. And I still. Miss. Her. I think of her when I buy new sheets and hear her voice in my head, saying “always buy high thread counts.” I think of her when I buy “half & half” creamer for coffee as a treat and how she poured this over our cereal growing up, like all good moms from Nebraska do. I Continue Reading
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