Musings on the three most important things in my life; my husband, my kids and my Little Yellow Notepad
“You have how many boys?!” That’s a pretty typical response I get when I mention that I am blessed to be the mother of 8 boys. “And one girl!” I add. But still, they look at me as if I’m a creature from outer space. Never mind the big family; raising a houseful of boys… Continue reading So, what’s it like with a houseful of boys?
Three year olds do not belong in grocery stores. I knew that already. I weighed out the pros and the cons. I was about to drive past Walmart. I only needed a few items. I made the quick decision to take my one year old and newly minted three year old in with me for… Continue reading Errands, Toddlers and Blueberries
It really should be called the Judgement Museum. It’s very subtle. Quiet looks and silent glares. Forced smiles and controlled tones. I can’t think of another place that is quite as stress-filled as a Children’s Museum. It’s well masked by all the gleeful chatter and banter of kids exploring, running, playing and squealing. But behind… Continue reading Children’s Museum or Judgement Museum?
I’m not really sure when it happened. For the longest time, just by my being, I was able to assert my authority over my kids. After all, they had to look up to talk to me. I was taller than them all. And then suddenly, without much warning, I am the one looking up. I… Continue reading They grow so quickly … or do they?
For a moment I forget that this is baby number 9, not my first born. See, I love the car-toy-playing-seat the second I see it; it is so perfect. Closed in on four sides and enough knobs to keep a baby sitting and busy, it was just so cute. But then I remember. I have… Continue reading Shopping for toys the smart way…
