Seriously?

On a normal morning we wake up at 7 a.m. And I’m dragging my bum out of bed, prodding and pushing, yelling and threatening my children to get up, get dressed and get ready for the day. Especially Sarah. (We’ve discussed this before.) Today there wasn’t any school. Guess what I heard at 6:30 a.m? [...]

Nuts!

So, we know that Violet is 8 1/2. A year, it turns out, full of change. She needs cami’s now. She wears deoderant. She wears a robe in front of her brother. She can roll her eyes *almost* better than me. She’s mastered the art of the huff and sigh. (which is impressive, given her [...]

The Color of Friendship

Violet is 8 1/2. During the last presidential race, she knew that a black man or a white woman would be in the White House. Honestly, I didn’t care who won because the thought that she was growing up in a world where we could have a black man as president or a white woman [...]

Because God Has A Sense of Humor

God has a sense of humor. I’ve known this for awhile. But last Sunday? Oh, he showed me all over again just what a fun guy he is. Never let it be said that God isn’t paying attention to every.single.thing we do and say. So, here I was all Judgey McJudgerson about bra’s and 3rd [...]

Victoria’s Secret? Not So Much

We had a sleep over. It was so much fun. The girls played the Xbox “Just Dance,” watched “A Dolphin Tale” and ate a ton of junk food. They stayed up late giggling and asking, “Who farted?” They danced to random music, played Monopoly and Sorry. All in all? A great success

These Are The Days

I used a writing prompt today: What was the happiest day of your life thus far? And the answer was so quick and obvious– and cliche that I cringed to write about it. Then I started thinking . . . I have more than one. And more than four. I married the man of my [...]

Helpless

Violet is sick – or was. I don’t know at this point. She woke up with horrible belly pain. Bad enough that I called the doc and he sent is to the ER. It’s 3 hours later and she seems totally fine as we wait foe the ER doc to see us. Did I over [...]

Dance

I’ve had many mom’s ask me (in the real world) why we chose dance for our girls, and how we chose the studio we are with. On some level I’m always a little embarrassed to tell them whywe chose dance. When I say it out loud I always fear it will sound materialistic to others, [...]

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