I’m in the kitchen helping Josh refine the “art” of lemon squeezing. I’ve talked before of how hard it is for me to do anything with the boys in the kitchen. So many appliances and stools and ways for them to go straight to the ER. Me: “Josh, here’s how you do it. Listen with your ears […]
“Thank you sir,” I replied, not thinking that this day was any different than all the others.
Then it hit me all at once, the reality of this battle – no, rather this war – that humanity is fighting. Against this coronavirus. Against fear. Against uncertainty.
We have to be more intentional about creating a “village,” but I am convinced that to raise successful adults, we desperately need that village. They are our inner circle. They are the ones whose opinion we entertain.
And now, I have three boys myself and I am in the gross zone once again. I have the nose of a bloodhound for sniffing out gas and pride myself in smelling it the moment it happens. Between the booger-picking, the dirt-rolling, the bug-smashing and puddle-jumping, my eyes are stuck in the up position, beseeching Heaven for commiseration.
I am convinced that sports uniforms suddenly jump through the Darwin hoops and sprout legs, crawl through the jungles of unfolded laundry, hide in the dank recesses underneath mattresses and marinate in the swamp bottoms of athletic bags. At least, this is the story that my oldest gives me whenever we start getting ready for […]
In short… I cannot keep up. Especially with Sam, my middle child who has made it to the professional ranks of drawing conclusions. His ability to connect the dots is staggering.
People ask me “What is it like to be a mom of three boys?” Some days, you watch the stock market rise and you watch the stock market fall. Some days, you think about everything you just made in stocks going right out the window and taking a one-way ticket to the local Emergency Room. […]
I should probably introduce myself in the normal way. You know… Laced with some opening “Hi, how are you’s” and other such pleasantries. But I just can’t. I just can’t do it. I have to do me as me and write as I write. Here goes: Here I am. Doing what I do. It’s 10:00 […]
TJ: “Mommmm!!!! Sammy did *fill in the blank with whatever stupid & mocking/asinine thing that brothers do to each other* Me: “TJ, stop tattle-taling.” TJ: “BUT BUT BUT MOMMMMMMM….” Me: “TJ… no buts!!!!!” *i hear snickering in the background* “Mom just said ‘butts!’” *more snickering* I am letting them all live right now based on […]
Sam: “Mom, can we have our vitamins now?”Me: “No problem, honey… just hand me the jar & I’ll open it for you.”Him: “No that’s ok mom, I’ve got it.” *4 year old proceeds to open childproof jar* Me: “Alrighty then. Remind me to reset the password to our safe.”