Drugs, Poverty, and Thankfulness
On Thanksgiving morning, my inlaws, Taylor, Beckett, and I all headed downtown to help out with a community outreach event put on by a local ministry. There was an abundance of food, clothing, haircuts, and nail painting. It was a day to give to the community – specifically the lower income and homeless families in the area. My favorite part of the day? The people putting on this shindig. They were men and women from Outcry in the Barrio, a recovery ministry and program for drug and alcohol addicts. Recovering drug addicts serving homeless families. Helping them pick out shoes. Helping them find the right size shirt for their daughters.…
Those Chinese Racists.
In the weeks following the birth of our offspring, Taylor had some highly entertaining conversations in his sleep. (Refer to posts here and here for proof.) Unfortunately for me, he’s been getting adequate sleep for a while now and hasn’t graced me with his sleep conversations in a while…until last night. It was as if he’d been storing up an entire sleep scenario for a special occasion (last night). It played out like this: (It’s 8:42pm and Taylor has fallen asleep mid-conversation, ceiling light still on.) Taylor: (sits straight up from dead sleep) What?? I’m not waiting. Sarah: Huh? Waiting for what? Taylor: For the light to turn off. (Points…
The Peanut Gallery
I don’t want to oversell it, but I’m pretty sure I found a way to survive toddlerhood that doesn’t involve momtinis at 10am. For those of you precious souls who have conveniently forgotten what it’s like in the trenches and are saying to yourself (or planning to comment on here), “Treasure every moment.” or “They’re just developing their little personalities!”…let’s take a trip down memory lane to some moments that exhausted toddler moms have a hard time treasuring. Noodle Limbs. Do you know the 2 most humiliating places to be?1. Holding a leash with a pooping dog attached.2. Holding the hand of toddler in public whose limbs have mysteriously* all…
