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The Different Eating Personalities of Children
My husband and I used to sit down to a quiet dinner, just the two of us. We used to be able to eat the same thing every week. We used to be able to hold hands when we wanted and pack up leftovers for the next day’s lunch. Kids changed all that. Now we sit down to a...
Spring Break Happened to My House
Spring Break happened to my house. Here's where our house stands after four hours of cleaning. So if you're looking at the picture, thinking, "That's really not that bad," trust me. It was WAY worse. Also, since we're on the subject of messy, here's something I posted...
We Like to Play Hurting Games
At least we're safe from fat bandits Hosea (4): "Did you know part of our fence was down?" Mama: "It is? How did that happen?" Hosea: "I don't know." Jadon (8): "Well, at least a bandit can't get through. At least not a fat bandit." The name of the game is 'Let's Hurt...
Some Things You Just Don’t Want to Know As a Parent
Mr. Thesaurus In the park, the boys were playing. Hosea (4) fell off something he was climbing on. Hosea: "I hurt my butt." Mama: "We don't say that word. What do we say instead?" Hosea: "I hurt my buttocks." The correct answer was booty. But what could we say? The...
What Every Parent of Twins Needs to Survive
I don’t know if I’ve ever faced a harder challenge in my parenting years than raising twins. Maybe it’s because our twins came near the end of the line of boys and they see all their older brothers do, and they expect that life will be exactly like that for them. Except there are two […]
Let’s Play ‘I Spy’ in My Closet.
I spy... A pair of black pants An unpacked suitcase A letter to Mama A little dog's face. I just want to say, for the record, that this isn't my fault. You see, there was this time we had some friends coming over for dinner, and we were drowning in art that the kids...
A Baby Helps You Sleep
Can you read my mind? We're playing a game around the table, where one person expresses an emotion and all the others try to guess which emotion it is. The oldest is making a facial expression no one can name. Mama: "Worried?" Jadon (8): "No." Daddy: "Constipated?"...
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