MOTHERHOOD
an emergency
We had just finished breakfast. Mark turned on some music, and we began our “normal” family business for the day. As I’m cleaning up in the kitchen, I think I hear muffled screaming. I go
happy 8 years.
Even today. A day that we find out that Blythe has a staph infection which requires excessive hot baths, ointments, and antibiotics (not to mention the glorious job of popping puss pockets on her butt
almost four weeks later.
Blythe woke me up the other night at some point between Olive’s 10pm and 2am feeding asking if I could put on her pink cowboy boots (the same ones she’s pictured in below). She then proceeded to
happy birthday olive kay douglass.
olive kay douglass march 4, 2009 10:52 am 6 lbs 2 0z 18 1/2 in Last summer we found out that you, Olive, would be in our family. Since then the five of us have loved you, waiting
happy 4th birthday, burke.
You and your brother love to hear and tell stories. It’s not uncommon for either of you to dictate a story for me to transcribe so in turn you can illustrate it. Recently, you told one like this,
sunday morning leisure reading
The other morning I entered my room to find Blythe nuzzled in my bed “reading” a little Fredrick Beuchner; it must have been the title that allured her.
food contamination
Recently while entering the local SAMS club, Liam and Burke stopped in front of the giant screens greeting us, where Liam informs me and Burke, “they’re just trying to get us to buy more stuff.” Ironically, he later brought
little words
Sometimes parenting (or cleaning/organizing a house with) young children feels Sisyphean: that I, just like this mythological man, am striving to push this boulder up a hill, only to watch it crush my toes and roll to the
little words
My younger brother, Josh, had heart surgery last Monday for a congenital heart defect only recently discovered. (He’s now back at home in Keller recovering really well.) So, last week Mark, Kristen, the kids, and I