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.
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 my food at the counter at Taco Bell, an employee stuck his hand completely down my shirt and groped me. In 11th grade, as I was scrolling MySpace on my computer, a man walked into the garage of my parent’s home during a yard sale and said, “You got any naughty pictures of yourself on there?…
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.
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 solo vacation since our honeymoon – my husband contracted Hand, Foot, & Mouth Disease and my 8 month old broke his collarbone at home. We do not travel well. Which is why when my brother, my boys, and I decided to drive up to Kansas to surprise my mom for her 60th birthday last week, I should’ve expected…
