Three years ago today, We were four hours away from going to the hospital to meet our first born. After a rather dramatic birth, this little guy leaped into our world. He oozes confidence and joy and he is changing the world. Happy third birthday J-man!
Me: Josh, I’ve got some raspberries here for you. Him: No, I don’t want raspberries. Me: What are you talking about Willis? Raspberries are your favorite. Him: No mom, I no want raspberries today. Me: No problem. Sammy gets all the raspberries. Him: Mommy, I want raspberries.
Thank you for stepping up time and again for our family. You are right next to me giving your all in raising our boys. There is no one else I would rather be dead-tired with at the end of a day. Thank you for making me laugh along the way and carrying my share when […]
Me: “Joshua, would you like to bless your food?” Him: “Yeah.” Me: “Who do we talk to when we bless our food?” Him: ……. Me: “We talk to Jesus, who gives us all of our needs.” Him: “Mommy, I want to talk to Sammy.” Alrighty then.
This guy. These pics are from a while back (thank you lulliloo photography) But he makes me laugh like this so often. Like, snort my milk type of laughing. But I’m also proud of our disagreements. The hard times when we’re just fighting to understand each other. When we have to make major adjustments together. […]
Moms, after feeding your children for the one-millionth time in a day, you get to “make” dinner. Do you ever 1) Just open the refrigerator door and will something to jump out at you? I just cannot anymore. I might grab a carton of blueberries and let them eat them all. Yay for blueberry poop.
This post is titled: COSTCO– OH NO YOU DIDN’T. Costco, you be hatin’. We bring two little hangry beasts into your establishment to eat your fine lunch cuisine and your food court is CLOSED. As recompense, we will take the little beasts around to every sample cart and eat a 10 course meal. Get ready. […]
Welp, filling out our first preschool application and I’m faced with the “ethnicity” question. Let me take a poll: Should I check “Asian” AND “Caucasian,” “Other,” or write in my own, “Chi-merican?”
One day we will have a giant, Italian brick oven in our backyard in which I can bake artisinal pizzas. Until then, this recipe is my very best approximation. [amd-yrecipe-recipe:11]
Toddler conversation of the day: Me: “Josh, do you want more strawberries?” Josh: “No.” Me: “How about ‘No thank you.’” Josh: “No thank you.” *Pause* Josh: “Mom, I want more strawberries.”