One chocolate brownie. Four drooling kids. And one lie. Abby claimed she had not eaten a brownie yet. But I knew better. And eventually, her story crumbled. And I crumble. Not because I ate a chocolate brownie. But because the … Read More
Spilled juice, broken glass, temper tantrums, and whining can easily transform quiet into chaos. And some days, the stress of raising small children compiles. The disasters multiply until I feel out of control. And I have a choice. I can … Read More
Abby loves flowers. And, at eight years old, weeds with a bloom qualify as a flower just as much as a daffodil or rose. And so, when her Boppa murdered a dandelion, her tears erupted into anger over his thoughtless … Read More
Big dogs have never appealed to me. But I fell in love with Nessa, a one year old Catahula, and so we adopted her. She seemed well behaved but soon after ingrafting her into our chaotic household, she decided to … Read More
Lunch included a sandwich, animal crackers, and applesauce. But apparently, I have been depriving my children of applesauce. Because it was a huge hit. Especially for Eli. He slowly slurped his applesauce out of his spoon. He was absolutely delighted by the … Read More
My eye slits open to little underwear boy. It’s 5 a.m. and he needs a glass of water. And the pitter patter of little feet through our front hallway signals the wakening of the whole clan. Temper tantrums. Cherrios caught … Read More
Abby requests endless Tinkerbell movies. Not wanting her to dwell on her sour stomach, I endure the repetitive charade. Fortunately, the repetition is temporary. But when everyone is well, the Tinkerbell marathon abruptly ends. In contrast, I am an endless repetition. The same problems. … Read More
Yesterday, I got a little smidget of milk. Unfortunately, I am lactose intolerant – and an hour later, my body rebelled against the intruder and furiously expelled its contents. Severely dehydrated, I passed out a couple of times, and by the time my husband … Read More
Hi everyone! My name is Tiffany and I blog over at The Dwelling Tree. I am thankful to Susan for allowing me to guest blog for her. I have a ten month old daughter. She loves Cheerios, Sesame Street, and peek-a-boo. … Read More
Our faithful dog, Harmony. has vacated her role as the protector. She is deaf. Her howling, despite her best efforts, is totally removed from sincere threat. We, therefore, secured her a side kick – Nessa. Abby says that she is … Read More
