The Invisible Mom
May 10, 2017
I can count on one hand the amount of times in my 5 1/2 years of parenting that I’ve asked my husband to come home from work early to SAVE OUR SHIP, and that is one. One time.
When Magnificence Redeems Minutia
May 3, 2017
At an ENT appointment last week, the audiologist looked at my oldest son and said – with her actual words, to his actual face – “You are the reason I didn’t have more kids. I did NOT want another boy. This – *motions to him and his 2 brothers* – is my worst nightmare.”
To which I wanted to reply, “Then you should definitely either watch Saw or read some news headlines. I guarantee there are far scarier things out there than 3 wonderful, kind, adventurous boys.”
This is a thing for us. It happens a lot. Nearly every time we go in public, actually.
Dear Tooth Fairy, I Want a Refund
April 24, 2017
If I’m blogging chronologically, I should start with the Top 10 Reasons You Should Never Let Your Kids Have Snow Cones Right Before A One Hour Night Of Worship At Church, because that was a thing last night. Suffice it to say, little boys hyped up on sugar and Red Dye #40 worship very differently than their fellow churchgoers.
Worship the Lord with karate kicks, come before him with audible toots.
In other news,
Beckett got his first ever loose tooth.
Finding (or, rather, “Protecting”) Joy in the Little Years
April 5, 2017
This week, I get to spend time with moms of preschoolers speaking on the topic “Finding Joy in the Little Years”.
As I was preparing for the lesson, I remembered the time a while back when I had to break up with a Facebook group.
It was a group full of moms swapping parenting stories, pictures, and experiences.
When the group first started, it started out awesome – great stories of epic mom fails. Of kids being hilariously kid-like.
Over time, however, it morphed into a place to air grievances. A place to wallow on the unfairness of it all.
ABC Bible Verses
March 8, 2017
Several years ago when my firstborn was 18 months old, I sat across from a mentor and asked her how to teach him about Jesus.
“Do we sit down every Tuesday for family devotions? Play sermon tapes at nap time? Lay my hands on him and pray over his diaper changes? Anoint his head with oils? Leave it up to the professional at Bible class?”
It seemed so daunting to me.
I didn’t know how. I didn’t have the answers. I’m not great with small children.
Another One Bites the Dust
March 2, 2017
“HOW DO THESE THINGS ACTUALLY HAPPEN TO YOU?!
I’m being totally serious–you are a completely engaged, capable, attentive mom–and yet?!?”
– my friend Aimee. Also, probably my husband.
There’s a list of about 5 establishments our family should never enter again. Due to unforeseen bathroom emergencies, we should never again step foot inside the Kroger pharmacy, Panera Bread, King Wok II, Rosa’s Tortilla Factory, or Braum’s.
It’d been a while since we’ve disgraced ourselves publicly with a banishable offense, so we were probably due.
HOLEY EARBALLS (pt 2)
February 23, 2017
We are now one week post tube/adenoids surgery.
I don’t want to oversell the success of last week…..but I totally will for 2 reasons:
1) 4 hours post-procedure, Hutton asked for the TV to be turned down. [ D O W N ! ]
and – could it even get any better? YES –
2) he woke up from anesthesia completely potty trained.
HOLEY EARBALLS (pt 1)
February 13, 2017
[for those who have asked, this is the scoop on hutt’s earballs. If you are not family and/or care nothing about an oddly specific, obnoxiously detailed medical history of my middle son’s middle ear, feel free to pass this post on by.]
About 18 months ago, at the beginning of the Winter Virus Season, our middle boy got an ear infection.
And then another one.
And then another one.
And on and on.
Calling all Foodies!
February 9, 2017
For as long as I’ve known Hutton Brooks (3 years and 9 days), I’ve wanted to throw him a food-themed birthday party.
Food is his #1 love language.
That said, I’ve also felt like our window of time for such a theme was running out.
I mean…at some point, constant eating becomes, like, a self-control issue or something.
A 36 year old sprinting to the kitchen at the mention of chicken nuggets? Not cute.
A 3 year old? Totally hilarious. And totally still fair game for a birthday theme.