Author: Sarah Brooks

My BFF, the 3 Year Old

My very best friend turns 3 today! (Well, one of my best friends. Easily top 4.) If you’ve never had a 3 year old best friend, you’re missing out. They are a riot. They’re messy and unpredictable, too, but mostly just fun.

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Dear Sons, She Doesn’t Mean You.

In 7th grade, as I perused bedding sets at JCPenny with my mom, a 40+ year old male employee waited for her to be out of earshot before he turned to me and said, “You could buy new sheets…or you could just come home and share my queen size bed with me instead.” In 9th grade, as I was waiting for […]

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The Power of Story

This weekend, we attended an adoption celebration. Not just any adoption – an adoption that catapulted our friends from a family of 6 to a family of 9. They didn’t adopt triplets; no, they adopted 3 kids almost the exact ages of their other kids.

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Nifty {Slightly Traumatic} Sixty

If there is one thing our family does not excel at, it is vacationing. Like the time my 13 month old got strep and a double ear infection on our beach vacation. (The same one where we hit a deer…possibly the only deer in the state of Florida.) Or the time – on our first […]

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Attempting Advent

Growing up in a church that didn’t participate directly in Advent, I have come to adore this tradition as an adult. (I think everyone has, actually. It seems like Advent has made a splash in evangelical churches in recent years. It must have a great PR team.) And as a parent? Oh, man. It’s the best. Each year we attempt […]

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Joy to the Mess

I see you, moms who send your kids to preschool in matching monogrammed festive wear. You look totes adorbs walking in to drop off all calm and collected. I see you, and I raise you a toddler with no shoes and a single sock halfway on. We’ll hold the door – you go on ahead. I’ve got to finish brushing […]

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Sassy Meatball

It’s funny that no matter how many kids you have or how close together they are, you forget certain things about certain ages. When I was a new mom with my first punkinangel, I was constantly asking my mom when babies were supposed to do things. Crawl, talk, eat with a spoon, walk, etc. Her answer was nearly always the […]

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Remembering our Ebenezers

All throughout the Old Testament, God’s people are always piling up rocks. Sometimes altars, sometimes landscape formations…I don’t really know. But these stones are always directly tied to an encounter with God. A moment in time when heaven meets earth in a tangible experience. They see God perform a miracle, they set up stones of […]

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Attention Deficit Mom Disorder

Yesterday I did that thing where I put a kid in time out, forgot I put him in time out, and stumbled across him much, much later. He was all, “Mommy, can I come out now?” I replied with, “Have you had enough time to think about what you did?” (Also, could you be a dear and remind […]

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Kind is Cool…er than Bullhorns

Pulling into church last week, we heard a man’s voice carrying through the parking lot. As we looked to where the sound was coming from, we saw a dad with his wife and daughter, megaphone in one hand, doomsday poster in the other. “JUDGMENT DAY IS COMING. YOU’RE GOING TO LEAVE HERE AND GO DRINK YOUR BEER AND GORGE YOURSELVES […]

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