I Wish You’d Stop Saying: “I watch you sleep…”

I Wish You’d Stop Saying: “I watch you sleep…” Have you seen the movie or just the commercial with the creepy demonized kid crawling up the wall? I think this image is more terrifying to moms than anyone. The idea that your toddler could run from you – up onto the ceiling; I’d give up…

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31 Days Stuff I Wish You’d Stop Saying: Day 5 “I watch you sleep…”

Pictures in our mind burned there by horror stories. We were afraid.

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31 Things I Wish You’d Stop Saying: Day 3 “I Cant…”

I can’t argue with him. I can’t take him to library time in this get-up, or lack there-of. I can’t get enough coffee in me to make it to nap time. I can’t chase “baaman” and the naked boy wonder. I can’t finish my blog posts. I can’t register the 17-year-old for the PSAT. I can’t run another forgotten lunch to the school. I can’t face make-up, and I can’t face dealing with my hair. I can’t face the gym. I can’t face another meatloaf. I can’t get the bills mailed. I can’t believe the number on the scale. I can’t sign up for Weight Watchers… again. And I can’t open the sippy cup I just found under the bed, it is moving and has a pulse. I just can’t.

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31 Days of Stuff I Wish You’d Stop Saying: Day 2 “My Child Would Never…”

“Oh, my word! Suzy is such a hick. ‘Ashley won’t wear shoes.’ Puh-lease! Just put shoes on the child. Who is in charge in this relationship?”

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Stuff I Wish You’d Quit Saying: “When are you due?”

Stuff I Wish You’d Quit Saying: “When are you due?” Welcome!  And Happy October to you!  This is day ONE of a fun little challenge I entered, and I had the hardest time deciding what I could blog about 31 times.  I prayed and studied and went through some old posts… and then it hit…

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And Then a Riot Broke Out in Target!

I was dropping Sophie (our 13-year-old) at piano lessons, and one of the toddlers said, “bye-bye Bobbie! I wub you. Dank du!” Another toddler responded, “No! Bebe, you using da wrong WORBS! It’s bye-bye GOGIE! And you don’t say dank you to her. She didn’t gib you nuffin’…”

The wrong words.

I had 126 messages this morning when I woke up. An Open Letter to My Children has gone out into the cyber world and had itself a heck of a run. This morning it had been viewed 500,000 times on Word Press. It was republished on For Every Mom and has been shared over 7,000 times on that site. And while some of you may think that is a crying shame let me use my words to say a few things.

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Y’all listen up now, ya hear?

Here in Texas, we have a way of destroying the boundaries of solid grammatical truths.  Years ago, when my parents were living in Venezuela, I left a message with my dad’s secretary.  Once the message was relayed it became a big joke that she had understood that I needed help repairing something.  Actually, what I said…

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An open letter to my children: You’re not that great

You’re funny. And talented. But as I sit in this dance recital I am holding a foster baby that is in our home for the weekend and I am witnessing an American atrocity that I want you to remember.

And it is not a drug addicted baby.

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Hold your applause…

“It was good for me to be afflicted so that I might learn your decrees.” (Psalm 119:71)

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Natural Birth & Inflatable Swimming Pools

I am old. This is what the new batch of our babies have to look forward to. They have an old mom. And she’s way behind the times. They will to go school with kids that were birthed into swimming pools… In their living rooms! Am I new? I am just hearing about this. I saw the Duggars doing “natural” deliveries in a bath tub..

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