How's Parenting Going, Episode 2: Getting Along

How’s parenting going, you ask…

The elusive sibling-harmony...  Caught on film for the first time in since January 2015, our two kids playing together – quietly.  

How's Parenting Going, Episode 1: Soda Shower

How’s parenting going, you ask…

Mom-a-logue

I’m a momma.

I spend a large amount of my time saying the same thing over and over and over again.  Like calling a child’s name or asking them to put their shoes back on or telling them, for the love, EAT YOUR DINNER!  (This principle is also true of my relationship with my husband who, though he is still young, can’t seem to hear for the life of him…so I get to say things to him over and over too…)

Adam Wears the Pants (the one with the story of the lost couch)

Adam’s pants have been a problem since the outset.

My Parenting Memoir, Please don't lick ______________. (Alternately Titled: I Might Regret Posting This Later)

I heard something said yesterday at church.  In context, the person was speaking about now that you know Jesus, "how then will you live?"  I liked that.  It was good.  Contemplative even.  But then I got to thinking...in the context of child rearing, how then will you live?  

Truth from the Trenches: Resting in the Waiting

Somedays I wake up plumb exhausted.  I mean, before I’ve even rolled out of bed, I can feel it.  The truth is, it isn’t simply body-tired…it’s that my heart is tired.  My soul is weary.

Maybe you’ve been here too?

My Kids Think Junk Mail Is Super Cool ... (And Other Curious Confessions)

So, I realized that there is a thread of seriousness to my recent posts…and while that’s good and all, sometimes it’s important to remember to come up for air.  Perhaps it’s because our life is (generally) anything but serious.  Most days, the hardest thing we face is whether anyone’s sock is crooked in their shoe. That and when the mailman is coming because my kids think getting junk mail is a pretty big deal.  They act like its Christmas or something.  –we’ve really gotta get out more –  (Merp.)  I digress.  Anyway, I have decided to list a few confessions  – ya’ know – just to keep me humble and give me something to cringe about a few weeks from now…

Wholly Sure & Fully Holy

Before I had children, I didn’t even know it was possible to love someone who threw up on your toothbrush.  But in child-rearing, as in life, the struggle is part of the story. 

Leprechaun Tears: A Story of Age, Wisdom, & Walking Worthy

I work in the world of Foster Care.  It’s been almost a decade of my professional life with a one-year, brief intermission wherein I stayed home to care for our then-6-month-old-son.  TEN as in ONE-ZERO.  This reality was driven home this past week when I received an alumni newsletter and homecoming invitation to my 10-year, class of 2006, college reunion. 

Unbuttoned: The Soulful Work of Abiding

We unbutton a soul, because we know what we are made of.

But For God: A Message About Grace

Throughout the six months of our time as an engaged couple, we made lots of plans, as any couple does.  We talked about a myriad of things…there seemed to be endless possibilities.  We prayed equally as much as we talked and it became important to us both to not plan a wedding so much, as to plan a marriage.  

A Little Neurosis (but it's worth it if you read to the end...)

There’s a delicate balance between a person who is absolutely normal and one who is absolutely wacko – and I know that balance well.  I’m not sure the internet or, more likely, the few people who read this blog, are quite ready for this information.  Truthfully, I’m not sure I’m ready to put this out there.  But here goes…