liam
little words
I quickly informed my disheartened 5 year-old son that in another 10 years he will be grateful that his teeth are NOT curling out of his mouth and around his jaw. For now, he will
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
a toothless thanksgiving
Liam has had a loose tooth for the last few weeks, which he has managed to diligently wiggle in regular intervals throughout the day, knowing that somehow, this tooth equates to some sort of monetary “prize.” Casually he questioned me, “mom,
parenting lesson #736: movie ratings exist for a reason
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 the words of Burke and Liam, I figured, “what the
happy 5th birthday, liam
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 to me, bundled up like a little glowworm, and leaving
a transition
This last week, it seems that Liam has officially crossed the bridge taking him from the ephemeral days of baby-dom into destined boyhood. We’ve seen glimpses of this new world with potty-training, riding a bike, learning
a preemptive defense
“ also drove my sisters and myself crazy by folding the most personal moments of our childhood lives into her talks as further illustrations of God’s hand on us, or to make points about how
it’s a cruel, cruel summer
I’m going to reengage and confess that I’ve been a b*tch this last week. We all have — well, carried some form of the attitude anyway. Or at least it’s felt that way. I want to blame (what’s