We all know that Monday mornings are hard. Mondays are about gritting our teeth and showing up. But you know what comes in a close second to Monday mornings? Thursday nights. Come Thursday night, I’m in hang-onto-your-hat, anything-goes survival mode. Exhausted from a busy day and a full week, our…
By now you can probably see – or more likely hear since they aren’t exactly quiet – that I have two boys. Yes, boys. Other than me and a spunky little dog, there are no girls in our family. This is not necessarily the way that I pictured our family…
Author’s Note: This post was originally published two years ago, but it is just as applicable today. Not just because our dog Jobe is once again sick – well, not necessarily sick so much as recovering from surgery – but because compassion and forgiveness are ALWAYS applicable. Every day. Every…
When my first son was born, I became obsessed with milestones. First smile, first laugh, first tooth. When he could roll over, sit unassisted, crawl. The baby books all told me that these were the things I should keep track of, that I should remember. As my kids grew up,…
Before I had kids, I had a lot of images about the way my future family might look. Like most yet-to-be parents, I suspect, these images included a lot of twinkly and naïve visions, ideals about parenting strategies, and a list of things that I would never do. (How quickly…
I don’t know exactly when it happened. But at some point –somewhere amidst the sleepless nights and the potty training, the playdates and the tantrums, the first steps and the last diaper, the frantic searches for blankies and the never-ending just-one-more-story bedtimes – my little boys decided to go ahead…