This week, I gave my kids the gift of a story that will become part of their permanent memories.
A tale that they will use to regale friends and family members alike for years and years and years to come.
A tale that will quite possibly be part of my defining legacy here on this earth.
A tale that probably would have defined just how
And, after an extensive Google search (read: two seconds), I am happy to report that my use of the term album, in and of itself, does not actually date me. (Mmmhmm. I do research for this small-potatoes, limited-readership blog so I don't steer my tens of readers astray.) (And, for reference / future use in your own personal conversations, you can use the term album,
Bob has discovered shoelaces.
And, apparently, they are delicious.
Especially while I am still wearing my shoes.
Tonight, the kids and I pictured you alone in Paris "celebrating" your 40th birthday with dinner for one...in the new duds you had to buy since your suitcase never made it...and realized it was, perhaps, not the most fantastic of birthdays. Especially for a milestone. We sure wish you were home so we could celebrate with you. Soon. Not soon enough, but soon.
Go ahead and grab a tissue. If not for you, then grab an extra one for me.
My sensitive little nine-year-old guy spoke these very words to me today.
I looked at him and firmly said, "Absolutely not!" as if it were the stupidest thing I had EVER heard.
He looked at the ground while picking the skin on the side of his thumb with
We're about two weeks into Life with Bob, our new English Cream Golden Retriever puppy.
We haven't had a puppy in quite a long while, so it's been fun (re-)learning how to raise a puppy. Here's what we know so far:
1 - The puppy stage is frustrating and fun. More fun than frustrating, but there's definitely some grit your teeth moments. It's like having a
Is it a good sign that I am 10 days late in posting a"Happy New Year" blog? Hahaha. I certainly hope that's not an indication of how my year is going to go.
Like many of you, I find late December is a great time to pause and think about the year that's almost passed, and what the coming year might hold.
2015 was a
I was greeted today by a smiling, freckle-faced, red-head whose cheeks are blushed with the kiss of a bit too much Hawaiian sun, courtesy of a certain now 40-year-old who was a bit too lax with the sunscreen. “Good morning, 40-year-old! Happy birthday!” he cheered. “Dad’s only 39 still. But you’re 40.” Um, thanks? Hahaha.
And, so, here it is.
My 40th birthday.
Judging solely by the number of Starbucks "You are Here" mugs that have been added to the Clark collection, you can tell 2015 was one travel-filled year. (And not for leisure.) How many have we added? Fourteen. As in, this year, between Kenny and I, we have business traveled to 10 cities we'd not been to (or through!) before, plus the four Walt Disney World
With her brother at a friend's house, and her neighborhood friends out on the town, we had a very antsy Grace on our hands this past weekend.
"Mom, I'm boooooooooooored," Grace whined.
For the record, this is the most annoying thing a child of mine can say to me. You're bored, really? Perfect. Then I am throwing out every single toy, craft, crayon, book, electronics