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
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
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
Ah, lip gloss and laundry. A pair that was never meant to be. Two items, that when joined together equalled me having my first Den Flannery "Son of a B! Who left their Chapstick in their pocket and threw it in dryer?" moment. (But replace that "B" with the full word and potentially pepper the sentence with some other choice words. And then picture me
Apparently the sweet little Hello Kitty motif of the sweater Santa gifted Grace for Christmas was not quite "fashionable" enough for our little Grace.
It needed something else.
Something a little extra.
Something to push the cute factor over the top.
Something that might swaddle tiny six-year-old thumbs in a soft fabric hug.
You know…something like thumb holes.
After she Billy Ray Cyrused her hair
Few things rile me up more than when I see or hear about kids getting bullied or picked on. You can imagine how that multiplies when it involves my own children - no matter what side of the equation they are on.
Gavin got off the bus today and ran over to me.
I could see his normally bright eyes were tinged red as he
If I ever lose Grace's birth certificate and cannot obtain a back-up, this spelling practice test is awesome proof that she was born in the Philadelphia-area and spent the first three years of her life there, yea?
The spelling word? Use.
The sentence example I gave: I need to use a knife to chop this onion. (That's some stellar working mom multi-tasking right there - making
Thought this would be a nice little conversation piece to share as my friends around the country settle in for a lovely Thanksgiving meal. So much to discuss here, yea?
In case you're wondering - as I did when she handed it me after art class - it's a turkey drumstick. (Yes, I paid for this to happen.)
My take? He's distressed about being eaten.
Ok, I have to know. Who the h-e-double-hockey-sticks decided that pumpkin carving should be a thing? And what in the world made us decide this would be the year we'd say yes to carving pumpkins after six years of successfully brainwashing convincing our kids that painting was the way to go?
Smart kids. Sucker parents. That's my story.
For some reason, Gavin was pretty stoked to carve