Raising a Child Who Learns the Hard Way

Anyone else remember Dennis the Menace or Alvin the Chipmunk and their respective guardians, who yelled so the whole neighborhood could hear, DENNNNNNNNIS! ALLLLLVIIIIINNNN! Yeah, I’ve got one of them. The child you have to watch the most when he’s with friends. The child of “You’re grounded,” and “If I have to tell you one … More Raising a Child Who Learns the Hard Way

Just One More

I am confident that everything I have to give to my kids is never enough. All night long, they ask for things, all the things, every single thing. Just one more kiss. Just one more hug. Just one more song. Just one more book. Just one more game of tag. Just one more slow gathering … More Just One More

Bad People Go to Hell and Other Parental Panic Moments

My lovely blue-eyed seven-year-old daughter giggled. “Bad people go to the devil when they die,” and my charming bow-tie and button-down-shirt wearing son giggled, too, “Yeah, but we’re going to heaven because of JESUS.” I stuttered and stammered, “Well, it’s true that Jesus saves us,” I said, “but I’m not sure about the devil. It’d … More Bad People Go to Hell and Other Parental Panic Moments

Sick Day, Part Two

I felt it coming. Something not quite right in the belly, all day yesterday.  Generally someone starts to get sick within twelve hours of my husband packing his suitcase for a couple of days away on business.  Someone in the house starts to cough or sniffle, or someone runs a fever, or someone spends the … More Sick Day, Part Two

Advent Day Six: Don’t Color Christmas Pictures

I intended for the kids to color Christmas pictures last night for Advent but, well, it didn’t work out.  Last night was Lydia’s first basketball practice.  She had fun, and I’ll refrain from going into all of the details about chasing Henry up and down the hallways, blockading him from trying to run onto the … More Advent Day Six: Don’t Color Christmas Pictures