It was a calm afternoon, big brother was at preschool, little brother was sleeping, and Ellie was perched on a counter-stool eating lunch. I had ventured into the princess’s lair, rather her “house-room” as she calls her little domain. I can’t quite remember what I was looking for as I waded through piles from her … More Don’t Push My Buttons
Levi is my combination rough and tumble/snuggle bug. He is stocky and solid. Giving him hugs is like squeezing a bear cub. I’m dreading him growing out of his lingering baby attributes. We have a little routine every evening while I make dinner. I’ll be chopping and dicing above as he repeatedly opens and closes … More The Dept. of Unclaimed Grace
I want to start by saying it’s NEVER my intention to stir pots or poke wounds, but I also recognize the inevitability of unintentionally offending someone because I walk in a land full of hurting people who’ve been through horrible experiences. I fear you can’t hear my tone, my compassion, or my aching heart through … More Serpent-Doves Among Wolves
We obviously didn’t want to return from vacation. We made two overnight pit-stops on the way home. One in Fort Walton for some beach play, and then one in Birmingham, or “Neighborham” as Ellie called it.
I might be able to fool myself into believing that I’ve got my life together. I might even be able to fool you. But I can never fool my children. Not even for a second. They are little emissaries of the Holy Spirit, tapping me on my shoulder whenever I let things get out of … More Mary or Martha?
It’s Mother’s Day weekend. It’s a weekend celebrated with Facebook posts, sticky hugs and kisses, and cute handprint cards. There will be recognition at churches across the country on the virtues of motherhood, honoring a tribe of women who make the world go round. Smiles and sunshine abound, but you look from the outside in … More To the Women With Aching Arms on Mother’s Day
My Chronicle of Grocery Shopping with Kids… It never fails. I go cruising in the grocery store, wearing the baby in the carrier, one child in the seat, one child walking. My hair is neat. I’ve shed my lounge clothes for an actual outfit. I might even be wearing make-up. My grocery list is at … More How I spent $5 and Got 2 Hours of my Life Back