Elias declared that I make bad food and he will not eat any. Levi ate three bites and said his chest hurts because of the food he ate. What is this poison, you ask? Shepherd's pie. With cheese. Oh, the inhumanity!!!
This is not my story. I am sharing it with permission. So these are the words of my sister Mary Lou, edited lightly for perspective and clarity (mostly for those who don't know all the names). Bob called my sister's house. Bob is a guy from southern Ohio that befriended my nephew Nolan, and has… Continue reading The Day Keely was in Denial (Guest Post. Ish.)
And he didn't even cry. Levi is at a birthday party for his little friend from church. You could say he's been pretty excited about it, if you were in the habit of making gross understatements. This morning, he asked me to take a picture of him so I wouldn't forget him while he was… Continue reading My Baby Left Me
I was in a jury pool this morning. There was a last-minute plea agreement, so the jury was never really chosen. There wasn't much chance of me going home early if the trial had gone forward - I was the second person into the actual jury box. We stayed for the formalities of the guilty… Continue reading Jury Duty, Almost
Paul and I drove two cars to church this morning, since I was singing and had to get there early. As I was coming home with Elias dozing in the backseat, I had a few minutes to compose my gratitudes list for the day. I know I've talked about it on here and I thought… Continue reading Gratitudes for a January Sunday
Seriously, how is that comfortable?
I got up this morning on my own. It is really sad that this is noteworthy, but it kind of is. I hate mornings. I know I'm not supposed to say hate, but seriously, I. hate. mornings. It doesn't actually seem to matter what time I get up (I mean, within reason) or how much sleep… Continue reading Alarms
Don't say I didn't warn you, mkay? I feel like I've been spending all of my time lately trying not to scream, or trying not to cry. I am tired of celebrating when Elias poops in the potty. Seriously, kid. You know what we want. You know how to do it. Do we really need… Continue reading CAUTION: Messy Feelings Ahead
I haven't cleaned behind the fridge in quite some time. I could actually tell you exactly how long it's been, but I don't think numbers are important. I know you're with me on this. However, a bunch of grease got spilled in the kitchen and some of it went under the fridge, and that's beyond… Continue reading Desperately Seeking Routine