Seven Angels, Four Kids, One Family
Sometimes sarcasm is the only sane response
I’ve found two awesome organizations for helping parents figure it all out, and I’m realizing that there’s more than I can learn in my lifetime. Rather overwhelming, but in a good way. Everything I’ve found so far is positive in…
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Kiddo#3 came into the room looking a little distressed and announced to my Patient Husband and me that his butt had fallen off. And I thought…wouldn’t that be cool? Imagine if you’re just walking down the street one day, and…
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For those playing along at home, Kiddo#1 is ten, and he’s the one who figured out how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop. Kiddo#1 has always been atypical, and after five therapists, two…
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And this, folks, is how the world works when you’re three-turning-four: “I don’t like this sweater. It’s making me fuzzy.” “I come in bed with Momma when it dark. I scary!” “When you go to bed, your tireds make you…
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I want to add a silly update to the “Why have three (or more) children” series. You ready for this? Because you get to use all the good jokes one more time. No, really. This pregnancy, my husband got to…
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The scarf I talked about on Friday is done. Last night I finished it up and blocked it. This morning I wrapped it up and dropped it off with a bag of other things at the Angeltown Food Pantry. Here’s…
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