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To My Beautiful Daughter


I woke up as a flurry of excitement scrambled across my groggy body and then jumped up to stand over me. “Mom!” The Boy Child exclaimed. “Look at me! Look at my legs! Look at my arms!” he said, thrusting his arms in front of my face. “They are bigger, because I grew last night!

When It Hurts


When I was about 10 years old, I was running up the stairs to my bedroom when my ankle rolled and gave way. Over the sound of my body thudding down each and every step, was a very distinctive and sickening “popping” noise that sent chills down my spine and a searing pain up through

Because Tomorrow Will Be Tomorrow


I went shopping for my daughter today. I honestly can’t remember the last time that I went shopping to buy my kids anything other than groceries, but today, today I went for something else. And I didn’t really have the money for this, so I’m sure that I’ll be kicking myself about it next week,

No Filter, Just Like Their Momma!


Has anyone noticed from reading this blog that I suffer an extreme and severe lack of having any sort of speech filter whatsoever? I mean I will literally say just about anything on my mind, and I’m afraid that I’ve passed that trait down onto my children. I mean sure, they are just kids, and

A Better Way To Spend Your Time


“But no one will think I’m pretty!” she said, her 7 year old face starting to well up with tears. Dressed as if she were going to be in an elementary school fashion show, she was wearing the dress that she begged me to stay up late last night and wash, enough plastic bracelets to

A Week With My OTHER Weirdo


As most of you know from my Facebook post, The Boy Child had a surgical follow up appointment last week. It was a week sooner than it was supposed to be but I had noticed a couple of things that had alarmed me a little bit and I wanted the doctor to take a look

Surgery Is Over


Well, surgery is over. I’m sorry I didn’t update sooner but it was a really long day yesterday. I’ll also go ahead and apologize for the quickly done and somewhat terrible photo editing below, photo edits aren’t really my immediate priority today but I know how caring so many of you are and I didn’t

When Love Hurts


She stomped out of the room, turning around just long enough to shout “I wish daddy was here and not you!!” My heart exploded. For a kid that is rarely in trouble and raises her voice towards me about as often as I change out my yearly calender, I was shocked. Shocked, hurt, and shaking

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