by: Michelle Loveless”You’ve gotta see this, Honey,” my husband motions me to the window. Standing at the window, gazing into the sky is Henrik, our two year old son. “What are you doing?”I ask our little guy, curiously.” I’m...
Spoiler alert: You might want to read part 1 and part 2 and part 3 before you read on… The day finally came. As I welcomed the builder into my bursting-with-potential kitchen, I could hardly keep from hugging him. He followed me about the house, listening to me...
This week, I’m sharing my top posts from 2012.I’m finding this to be a theme, especially among women in their 20’s, 30’s and 40’s–they are stressed out because of the older women in their lives. This post seemed to resonate with...
by: Heidi Vriesman “I’m hungry!” whines my four-year-old.“Can I have oatmeal?” My eight-year-old gets out her bowl.“I have oatmeal too!” My precocious two-year-old starts making a mess in the cupboards by my legs. “Can I watch another show? Please, please!” My...
If you know me well, you’re wondering why I’m doing a post that is in any remote way related to football. Just to clarify, I’m the football fan, who, at last week’s HS game said to the guy next to me, “Now, what do you mean by the chain...
It’s Yellow Ball Monday, and Fae has the ball:I went down to get something out of the garage today. My son followed me in, but when I went back into the house, he stayed in the garage. I stood in the doorway calling, “Come on! Come with Mommy.” But...