The Keys to the Lex
Being a babysitter to four kids under the age of eight (with the last name of “Lin”) takes a special person. You’re either really brave or you have a screw loose. It might have to be a little of both.
Fun in (and out) of the Sun
We’ve hit it. 🌡 The dreaded triple digits 🔥. It’s like the hat trick of the Southwest except all we win is the end of mosquitos because it’s too dang hot for even them. I suppose that’s something and I should take what I can get. If there was an emoji for your face melting […]
Mom’s Not… Final Stanza Excerpt
We are tired. And at the beginning of potty training, it’s a given that mom will need to do some of the dirty work.
But toward the end, those little guys can learn to do it themselves!
I am right there with you in this with my third boy. We’ve got this, mom.
What I Saw in the Mirror
Blotchy skin? Check.
Blue eyes half open (coffee wore off)– Check.
Wrinkles around my eyes? Still there.
I flashed my signature grin and opened my mouth.
Wait… WHAAAAAT???
I opened my mouth wider and looked closer.
Am I seeing things right? I closed my mouth and grinned again.
Childhood Independence is Serving Up “Peace” for You & “Character” for Them
OK, here’s a Kleenex. Go blow your nose and dry your eyes. I can relate because we all have those moments watching our little babies trot off and do something crazy/magnificent without consulting us. We feel like chopped liver.
The Quirk is Strong With This One
I’m breaking down my list of weirdness. I might have cringed in my 20’s, but in my 40’s… it’s not getting any better. If anything, that list is growing by the minute and I LOVE IT!!! Because it’s what makes me… me.
On the Way to Vacation Bible School
On the way to VBS this morning:
Me: “TJ, I’m so excited you get to go to VBS! You’re going to have so much fun. There will be Bible stories and games and snacks and crafts…”
TJ: *excitedly* “Oh, like MINECRAFT???”
Me: “What?”
The Search for Significance in Motherhood: Why I Do What I Do and Write What I Write
“Hey, sooo…. whatareya doin’ over here Lin? I see you’re writin’ some stuff (Lots of stuff) and it looks like you’ve written some kids books. I mean… you’re JUST a mom and wife, right? You take care of kids all day, right?”
*insert smarmy chuckle*
And you wouldn’t be wrong. About anything except the “just” part.
Cry Me a Root Beer River
All boys descend on me in sing-songy tattletale voice:
All boys: “MOMMMM!!! Dad’s drinking a root beer and he won’t share it with us!”
Me *deadpan*: “Oh really.”
All boys: “YEAH!!! The root beer says “DAD’S” on it and Dad said it’s HIS because it says “DAD’S” on it!”
