One of the trickiest things about being a parent is deciding exactly when to parent and when to foster a little independence. Because, you see, many times “fostering independence” means “mopping the ...
Hope you are enjoying your Memorial Day Weekend! Here are some snapshots from ours, with explanations as needed for both educational and entertainment value. Though likely neither. &nbs...
We are merely moving shadows and all our busy rushing ends in nothing. Psalms 39:6 My first tiny, pink bundle turned seven yesterday. Everyone, and I mean everyone, says children grow up too f...
I’ve got bad habits. So do you. But this is about me, as things almost always are. See, there’s one bad habit. Here’s a few more: I stack the recycling on the bench in the garage until cereal boxes, ...
I love my husband. He’s a good, good man. I have a month until Father’s Day. A mere thirty days to find a way to thank him for being both a devoted father and the glue that holds our family together....
A few of my favorite bloggers have done “A Day in the Life” posts lately, and since I have enjoyed those behind-the-scenes glimpses so much, I thought I’d put a similar post together for you. Indulge...
School is almost out for summer. Gigi has a few more weeks and Lulu only has a few more days. I’ve been looking forward to summer: no lunches to pack, no homework to do, no praying to dear God that n...
It’s hot! We’ve had record temps here in the Pacific Northwest for the last week. You aren’t getting any complaints from me, though. I dig walking to the gym instead of circling the parking lot in th...
Even though Sunday won’t be my first Mother’s Day as a mother, it still feels very strange to me that there is a holiday that honors me for getting to experience the greatest blessings of my life. Fo...
There was a small casualty today. It’s pretty much expected when I am trying too hard to do too much that something’s gotta give. Something besides just trading out the color of headband I wore to th...
Pea Daddy gave me a gift card, among other things, for my birthday. With it, I bought a pair of really tight, electric pink pants. I blame Pinterest, fashion blogs and my bolder, younger frien...
I like birthdays. Last night I was in heaven as I sat on the couch in my free Alaskan Airlines t-shirt and washed out, grey boxer shorts with my recently pampered feet on the coffee table. I’d just d...
On Wednesday, I’ll be 34. And since birthdays are all about indulgence, I hope you’ll forgive me if I indulge myself for a minute here. I promise there’ll be cake in it for you later. Just not the co...
I am always up for a challenge. Entertaining the girls by myself this weekend while Pea Daddy was away on a business trip? That’d have been way too easy. Hosting their first sleepover ever while bein...
There’s a sign that hangs in our breakfast nook that says, “God grant me the patience to endure my blessings.” Amen. There’s no question I’ve been blessed. There’s also no question I ha...
It’s a girls’ night again. Because I am a jerk 99% of the time, I decided to do something kind for my husband and relinquish my ticket to tonight’s Coldplay concert so he could take one of his...
1. Gigi had her first sleepover Friday night. Lulu was destroyed. I said, “We’re just loaning her out.” Lulu cried, “No! Families have to stick together!” 2. I bl...
We are a house divided. Two vastly different eating styles have developed, pitting husband against wife, sister against sister. It’s the epic battle of The One-Bite Bandits and The Pickers. (Note to ...
1. Gigi asked to play my guitar the other day, and while I had a million reasons to say no, I had one very good reason to say yes—it’s impossible to play the guitar and the recorder at the same time...
It’s here. Farmer’s Market season. Saturday mornings where we silly Oregonians try to pretend it’s summer. We slip our pale white legs into our wrinkled, dusty shorts from the very back of our drawer...
Do you remember My Big Fat Greek Wedding? Me neither. But I do remember the Greek father’s go-to remedy for everything. Got a zit? Got a rash? Got poison ivy? “Put some Windex on it!” Well, ...
Originally posted April 24, 2011 Overheard on the stairway this morning. Before the sun had completely risen. Before a single plastic egg had been hunted. Before a single jelly bean had been e...
I love Easter. I’m hosting this year, and I’m pretty excited about it. I’ve never had my whole family over to my house for a holiday gathering. Never mind the fact that there are going to be ...
I know what you are thinking. “Another asparagus recipe?” “I don’t even like asparagus!” “If I see another asparagus recipe I’m going to gag myself.” “With an asparagus.” “But shou...
I hate running. I always have and I always will. Even though I fought it, I came to this conclusion very early on. First, when the mean girls in grade school would walk around the track and chat. Wh...
Where were you at 9:54 a.m. today? Did you hear a faint “Whoohoo!” coming from the West coast? (If you heard “Whoohoo!” at 3:02 p.m., it was Lulu. She found a black bean from her lunch burrito up h...
What a week. I need a nap. Our Spring Break has been full of: a) morning chess games. We’re super loose on the rules and the dress code. b) frightening field trips. When and why did m...
You may be asking, “What do I do with this slop you have me growing on my counter?” Or, if you are me, you are asking, “Why did I think The Hunger Games would somehow not be about kids killing kids a...
It’s the perfect kind of snowy day here. The kind where it’s the first day of Spring Break anyway, so there’s no worrying about school delays or slippery roads. Yes, it’s Spring Break, baby! Here’s ...
Have I dragged this out for you enough? Truth be told, I rarely go through rounds and rounds of testing when it comes to recipes. I’ve been pretty lucky, because I usually get things right the first...
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