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
Four years ago today, I started this blog. It's been a fun 'side project' - you know, something to occasionally fill some spare minutes between working, momming, being a wife, playing chauffeur, running a household, etc., etc. Haha. (OK, OK. I actually just do it to avoid cleaning.)
In all seriousness, if you're reading this - thank you. It means a lot that you take
On this day of solemn remembrance and reflection, we had a small awakening in our family.
I am still processing it.
As part of our stellar parenting, we don't really have rules like 'no TV before school'. Gavin's an early riser (think 6 a.m., like clockwork!), and trying to keep him electronics free while we get through the morning routine (which more often than not
Dear Gavin -
Tonight, I kissed your forehead as you settled in to sleep on back-to-school eve. You grinned and wrapped your arms around my neck and held on tight. Just as you always have. And, just as you always will, I imagine, until you realize that hugging your mom every night before bed isn't "cool". (Whoever defined cool, any way?)
Each year, those arms
Besides great company, one of the greatest things about having out-of-towners is perhaps the 'glasses' you put on as you walk around your house. You notice every speck of dirt, clutter pile, paper stack, crumb, misplaced toy, etc. And you work hard to make your home shine - so your visitors feel comfortable and can rest easy. And - perhaps most importantly - so you
Phew. The past few weeks have been quite a whirlwind - mostly emotional, sometimes physical - but finally, FINALLY!, I think I see the light at the end of the tunnel.
But today, in a rare moment of quiet reflection (at least recently!), I realized that light at the end of the tunnel wouldn't be in sight if not for the gentle breeze of kindness
Lately, I have been reading a lot of blogs / posts / articles / conjecture about the status of 'neighborhoods' and basically, what boils down to the lack of kids playing outside willy-nilly in said neighborhoods all summer long, from dawn until dusk. (Ok, I am exaggerating a bit, but you get the point.)
I'm assuming this is due to the recent start of summer break,
I am already mortifying my kids. It only gets better from here, right?
Those little gems right up at the top there.
And, no, they are not embarrassing because they don't rub in well and leave a pale white pallor on the kids' skin once applied. (We love both of these products - they work really well. Trust me - this