1). Don’t ever wear WHITE clothes. Just don’t. Even though I am out of the sticky-gooey-small-fingers-all-over-me-stage, I should have known better. It’s the law of motherhood. Either they spill or I spill, just simply cause I have little people nearby. Plus if all seats are taken and you are in need of sitting SOMEWHERE, ANYWHERE, you just can’t, in white shorts, that Continue Reading
When Tears Are More Than Tears
Just as laughter can be rich-belly-laughter, so can tears come in a way that you know they are from deep within one’s soul. Kate had those kind of tears a few mornings ago. And I had to pull the minivan off the road just to hug her and hold her. We were on our way to drop Luke off at middle school. Which is always a feat to get the three of them out the door that early. Not more than a minute Continue Reading
The Kitchen Floor Chat
Who knew that the kitchen floor would be the place for a monumental conversation? Kate hopped out of bed one night recently. I was puttering in the kitchen and she plopped herself down on the floor. I don’t know what stopped me from firmly giving the stay-in-bed-lecture. I stopped what I was doing instead, thankfully, and sat down beside her. Maybe I intuitively knew what was coming. Kate: I Continue Reading