Tag: Childhood

Mom Days

5:02. Baby cries. 5:04. Get baby. Feed baby. Really, really hope (but highly doubt) he will fall back asleep. 5:30. Diaper explodes. Everywhere. Change diaper, baby clothes, mommy clothes and sheets. 5:45. Relish in the fact that kids are still sleeping. Think of all…

Unfinished

M came down the stairs this morning in pants that would have been fantastic for some clam digging on the beach. I could have swore that just yesterday I had to roll up those same pants to keep them from dragging on the ground….

Sibling Love

Having a new baby in the house is always such an exciting, wonderful time. Exciting, wonderful, magical, surreal, exhausting, frustrating, confusing…and adding three older siblings into the mix, well, amplifies ALL of these emotions by about 1,324,067%. I can’t tell you the happiness that…

Practice Makes Perfect

Some days I feel like my kids have two volumes: loud and super LOUD. Most days I feel like they have two speeds: fast and out of control. And occasionally I just feel like I can’t keep up. I honestly can’t remember at what…

The Things We Do For Our Kids

I grabbed my wallet and tried to zip my jacket around my pregnant belly right as the clock chimed 9pm. I sighed, wishing I could just be climbing into bed instead. “Hey Mom,” my son asked as he was dozing off to sleep an…

To Be Needed

5am. I hear a little whimper outside the bedroom door. I groan and roll myself out of the comfort of the covers. I turn the knob. “Mommy?” That little, froggy voice fills the quiet of the morning as he pulls his doggie by the…

Those Care-Free Days

I grew up in a house that was a century old. The stairs creaked, it was a little drafty, and when my parents bought it, it needed lots (and lots and lots) of tlc. My parents saw something in that house I’m sure very…

Why I’ve Decided I’m OK With A House Full of ALL Boys (*sigh*)

I glanced back from the front passenger’s seat of the car. “Hey R, do you need a tissue? Don’t pick your boogers.” N, two years old, chimed in. “Booger song! Booger song. Boo-oo-ger soo-ng!” It was just another typical Sunday drive to church. We…

The Greatest Gift of All

Baby Sparkles. My little 4-year-old self had been mesmerized with her commercials for months. Those big, blue eyes. Those curly, blond locks. That crown that lit up when her head was tipped back. My heart almost ached with hopes that she’d be under the…

The Terrible/Wonderful Twos–Loving Whatever Life Throws Our Way

Our youngest son recently turned two. TWO! Every time I’ve had a two-year-old I can distinctly remember thinking to myself, “Could I possibly love this kid any more?? If I could only freeze time, I’d freeze him at this age, right here, right now.”…