Ok…today I am grateful for: Rain (the kids will nap a bit longer), a good night’s sleep, Pepsi (I know, I know, it isn’t good for me, but it is a small luxury), a good salad, movies, beautiful sunsets, yoga, shopping, keeping appointments and listening to Cooper and Delaney singing the songs from “Aladdin”. I also have to appreciate wonderful friends, the… View Post
Patience is rarely a 3 year old virtue
Let’s be honest. How many 3 year olds do you know that actually possess patience? Ok…I’m counting. One…nope. One…no, not her either. Ummmm, Ok, I’m drawing a blank. I love toddlers…especially my own, but I’m finding patience, while clearly valuable, is not a trait 3 year olds pick up on easily. Since my daughter doesn’t think to tell me she… View Post
Extraordinary? Not me….
Today has been one of those days. The kind that starts with your children completely ignoring you…and ends with your children completely ignoring you. The kind of day where you get so angry, you can feel the blood pounding in your head. This is also the kind of day where you end up so very sad that you are mad… View Post
Grateful again
Here I am again….focusing on gratitude. We have a new family plan (I hope to call it a tradition one day). In addition to nightly prayers that always include ‘thank you’s’, we are STARTING each day with an expression of gratitude. Delaney can often come up with something sweet, today it was butterflies, letters and her stuffed snail. So far,… View Post
I’m the Mommy (right?)
Delaney – “Mommy, what are we having for dinner tonight?” Me – “Ohhh…you know what, tonight we’ll have something fun…we’ll have macaroni and cheese.” Delaney – “No….I don’t think so.” (picture this said with a slight head tilt, a quick shrug of the shoulders…as though it wasn’t an interesting enough option.” Me – “Actually, yes, that is what we are… View Post
Children are the Best Teachers
My kids are turning out to be two of the best teachers I have ever had. They don’t criticize me, they are merely a reflection of who I am. So, when I hear a wretched tone screeching from my daughter (usually directed at her little brother) I instantly think, “Now where in the world did she learn to speak like… View Post
