My Monday started by one of the girls saying, “Mama, I think you better come here and see this. Leo needs your help.” Those are never words that should go together… especially on a Monday morning. I found him in the kitchen sitting on the bench at the table in his little Superman underwear. Tears streaked his face. Around his ankle was a handcuff squeezing … Continue reading When Monday Tries to Arrest You
If you have ever tried to create a prayer life when you have little ones underfoot you know that it can be nearly impossible on some days. St. Teresa of Avila once said that God moves among the pots and pans… and many years ago I adopted the idea of offering the things I do through the day as a prayer to God. While I … Continue reading Taking Advantage of the Little Moments: Finding Time to Pray
Two years ago one of my best friends died of cancer. She had no idea at first that she had cancer; she just knew she was in a lot of pain. She tried many ways to heal herself naturally; however by the time she realized she couldn’t, her cancer had spread too far. It would take her life and changed so many other lives as … Continue reading Probably Benign
Ok, so maybe this isn’t the classiest title I have ever come up with, but this isn’t going to be a very classy post as it is about poop. Hopefully you will forgive me for my crudeness…. Maybe you’ve seen Christmas Vacation as many times as we have and can recite the lines by heart. If that’s the case you’ll understand the picture below all … Continue reading The Day the Shitter was Full
I don’t know that many words are necessary. This is what happens when you have an Advent wreath and 2 little boys who love to touch everything. This is the second set of candles they have gone through so far. I was frustrated at first, but then just had to laugh. I think we are just going to continue to keep it real and not … Continue reading Advent with Little People
Last night I decided to read a new book to the kids before they went to bed. It was entitled How Does Sleep Come? by Jeanne C. Blackmore. I gathered the kids in the living room and they spread themselves out all around. Some were lying on the couch, others were perched right in front of me, eager to see the pictures, and still others … Continue reading How Does Sleep Come?
Oh Jake, you look like your father, you are built like your father, and you act like your father. But I know you are truly my son because you have a love of chocolate like no other child I have ever seen! Two days ago Emma brought Jake into my room and said, “Mama, you know what I caught him doing? He was out on … Continue reading The Boy Who Loved Chocolate