I started my Thanksgiving meal preparations last night. I make a fresh cranberry waldorf salad recipe that I got from my sister Sara. I was rinsing the cranberries with my four-year-old daughter Grace watching. “Can I have one?” she asked. I almost said no, but then I pictured the fun it would be to watch… [continue reading]
A Very Frightening Moment in Time
This was three years ago when my four-year-old was only one. I was homeschooling my oldest at the kitchen table while my baby was playing happily behind me. All of the sudden my baby started crying. I turned around and my hand went to my mouth as I stood up. I could not figure out… [continue reading]
A Girl, a Concert, and a Name Tag
My four-year-old’s first time to sing in the children’s choir at church did not go well. She knew the songs and the verse well. She could sing the songs by herself without the music. The problems all started because of a name tag. You see, these name tag stickers are relatively new at our church. … [continue reading]
Get with it Mom
I was lugging in a trunk load of groceries. The kids had been so well behaved on this occasion that my mind was elsewhere. On our first trip into the house with our bags, Grace ran ahead and hid by the door. This is the usual game we play. She jumped out and said, “Raaaa!”… [continue reading]
Potty Training Treat
A friend of mine realized she was missing her yellow food coloring. That seemed odd. All the other colors were there. After inquiring among her children, the truth came out. Her six-year-old boy had taken it and for several days had been squirting it in the toilet to make the family think uh, you know…that… [continue reading]
Knock, Knock, Knock
While my niece, Ashley, was visiting, she helped us a lot with the kiddos. One night she watched as my two middle girls played with their four year old cousin. Evidently the cousin was locking the girls out of their rooms. My girls finally came to Ashley for help. Ashley told them to try knocking…. [continue reading]
I’m Bleeding
While I was cleaning up the supper dishes, I heard my four-year-old daughter start screaming from upstairs, “I’m bleeding. I’m bleeeeeding!” I have heard this countless times. “It’s probably just a scratch,” I said to my husband. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gone running to find her holding a finger up and squeezing… [continue reading]
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