Just this past week, our baby has gone potty all by herself. Granted, she’s using a plastic imitation from Target (because she is way too short for the original john), but hey, we are one step closer to no diapers. A dream come true…
Bubbles are floating around Cinderella’s head as she scrubs the floors on our living room TV. I’m rushing through the dinner-making process, trying not to knock over our eleven-month-old who is using my pant leg for balance.
My mom bought some spring chicks. They are fluffy, fragile little things that bring sparkles to her grandkids’ eyes. When we visit, the kids crowd around the warm light and reach their hands in to touch the soft, new feathers.
We have a couple ‘crazy hours’ throughout our day. They are typically the hour before lunch and the hour before dinner. I don’t know if it’s low-blood sugar or a bored anxiety but my kids’ energy goes through the roof.
Heres my tale of the mall tantrum. I took my kids back to that dreaded place today. I shudder to even write it…the Mall. Last time we were there, I made the grave mistake of thinking my two-year-old and four-year-old were capable of sharing a sweet treat from Jamba Juice, after playing in the germ-infested…
Last week our sweet friends lost their three-month-old baby son. Having a daughter only a couple months older, we felt this very close to our hearts. While we cannot undo their grief, we can learn from their story. And if there is one thing to be done today, it is to hold our babies close.