The Eve of Another Year

To all the wonderful, passionate, and loving people who put themselves in positions to teach, protect, and love our children…well, summer has been extra good this year.  Like, maybe my sweaty boys stayed up too late riding bikes and fighting crime on the culdasac and we were lucky to get one shower a week. But … Continue reading The Eve of Another Year

Boys will be boys

I don’t usually like stereotypes when it comes to genders. However, sometimes my life feels like it’s what boy stereotypes are written by. We don’t play with a lot of “gentle” toys but each boy has their favorite sleeping stuffed animal. They play brothers all the time and that feels like a version of house. … Continue reading Boys will be boys

Bedtimes gone wrong

Survival posts seem to be a theme around here lately. But, if you had been part of the bedtime in my house that just happened…well, you’d understand. It’s been quite a while since I told someone that I didn’t like my kids much at that moment. I definitely said that twice on Sunday. To which my … Continue reading Bedtimes gone wrong

My kids are funny 

In my opinion, my kids are very funny! 🙂  Maximus, while driving home.  Look! There’s the nursery home! A nursing home is across the street from our house.  Quinten, while listening to Maximus ask for a sucker.  NO! Two wait! No Max-mus. Two wait!  Translation: too late. It was 5 pm.  Quinten, every night before … Continue reading My kids are funny