The last few weeks I’ve watched Blythe remove herself from varied activities to go sit down against a wall or in a random corner, only to declare,...

The other day I overheard the boys having a discussion with Mark about the meaning of “being rich.” As Mark tried to explain the different...

this is mark.  not bethany.  she doesn’t know i’m typing this, even so, i’ll keep it nice and clean so she won’t get frustrated or...

This past summer, while in Florida, the whole group ventured out to dinner at a restaurant that we had been told was “kid-friendly.” Aside from...

I remember the days and night before Christmas as a little girl: nervous excitement about what gifts I might receive on Christmas morning, and trying...

SAM (the boys’ good friend): Guess what? I have a picture of my new baby sister! (frantically waving a 3-D in-color sono of the new...

For the last week I’ve debated whether to put this on the blog in pursuit of saving face (as well as my son’s). But, in...

I’ve recently been thinking quite a bit about this series of toddler books surrounding a boy named David entitled, “Oh, David!” “No, David!” “David gets in Trouble.” “Ooops.” —...

It seems like a year ago, as opposed to five, that I was holding you for the first time. I remember the nurse handing you...

Mark had asked me recently, “Are you sad that this is your last pregnancy?” (Somehow hoping to solidify our agreement that this will be our...