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February 16, 2016
Better than a Thousand Cups of Haagen Dazs

We were in that post-bedtime crazy-making part of the day. I had given them all I’m going to give, I had done all the talking and listening I was going to do with a happy heart, and they were testing God’s protection in their lives by pushing me to my very limits. I mean, come […]

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March 30, 2015
At The End of The Day

"Mommy, I wish you weren't an author." (Ouch.) I had just finished an evening of teaching.  It's been a long, rough day, as is the nature of a day when I'm teaching: there's no way the Enemy is going to let me sail through the day without a snag.  It has something to do with […]

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January 23, 2015
"I Can't Stand How Much I Love You."

"Mommy, I love you so much. Sometimes I can't stand how much I love you. It's like I love you just too, too much." He's every bit my child. Hyperbolic superlatives are not lost on us. "Actually, Mommy, I don't think I could ever love you too much. Right? There is no such thing as […]

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September 12, 2014
Boy: (n.) Noise with Dirt on It

"Mommy, what would you do if we weren't your kids?" "Oh, man.  If you weren't my kids, I would wish you were. I would watch you from a distance, and I would think, 'My goodness.  Those are some great kids.  I wonder whose they are... I wish they were mine.'" "And your kids would be like, 'Yay! […]

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October 23, 2013
Legos. Markers. Library books. Angry Birds. And Grace.

I cleaned the boys' bedrooms. Yes, I know they should clean them on their own. There are many things they should do. Add this to the list. I laid down the ultimatum a couple of weeks ago - you have an afternoon to clean your room. If you choose not to, then I will clean […]

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August 6, 2013

He is a master of blame.   It was my fault when he couldn't eat all of his noodles. It was my fault when he didn't have enough noodles. It was my fault when he stepped in dog poop in the yard. It was my fault when his training wheels were too high. It was […]

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July 17, 2013
Pillow Talk

9:04 pm. "Hello?" "Hi, Mommy." "Hey, Tyler! How are you?" (We talked an hour ago. I called them, pretending to be Barack Obama.) "I'm good. And I just watched the scary scariest thing ever." "What did you watch?" "I watch this guy who put a sword through his stomach and another guy who set his […]

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July 14, 2013
Oblivious? Or Choosing Not To Notice...

It's not that I don't know that someone else should pick up the dog poop around here. It's not that I don't know that responsibility builds character. I know boys should fold clothes. I know boys should sort laundry. I know boys should make their beds in the morning. I know boys should take their […]

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July 11, 2013
Foreword Afterthought: Basketballs and Defining Relationships

Foreword Afterthought:  I don't write about the people I date, have dated, will date. If I go out with him, my respect for him is both implicit and explicit: he will feel my respect in my actions, and the world will see my respect in my words. When I wrote this piece, I aimed to […]

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July 10, 2013
Say it Ten Times. Go.

"Butthole." (I hate that word. There are some I can handle. This is not one.) "Hey, buddy. I've had enough of that word. Stop saying it. I mean it," I said, for the eleventieth time. And in response, he giggled at his own humor, tried to hide his smiling from his chaste mother with a […]

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May 21, 2013
Just Three Things. That's All.

"I hate you!" I hear one brother mutter to another in the backseat. I gasp dramatically and pull the car over.  I put on my emergency flashers for our safety, but also because I've told the boys that if a police officer drives by and wonders what's happening, I will tell him the children in […]

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May 17, 2013
Harvest Entitlement

"Boys, I bought new summer shirts for you. You can choose which one you'd like to wear to school today." There comes a time when their search for seasonal clothing isn't about tidiness. Although it might be about laundry. Meh. That's not what this post is about. "Oh, I love these. Thank you, Mommy." "And […]

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March 8, 2013
2013 take away 1776

"The lights are out at the park.  Nobody is playing there." "Yes, that's because it's night time, and the park closes when the sun goes down.  Did you know that?" "Yes.  And what happens if someone still goes to the park when it's closed?" "Well, a policeman could come and ask them to leave, or […]

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March 2, 2013
Scissors and Sharpies

Once upon a time, two little boys got scissors out of the art bucket and cut their hair after bedtime. And before their hair had recovered from the indignity, they colored mustaches on their faces.  With Sharpie. And their mother, the fair maiden, just chalked it up to boyhood nonsense and did nothing about it.  […]

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February 18, 2013
The Power of Suggestion

"Can I jump with you guys on the trampoline?" "Sure, Mommy.  We can jump together.  Just don't break it." "I'll sure try not to.  And maybe I should wait until my knee gets better before I try jumping on the trampoline." After the fall on the ice a couple of weeks ago, my knee is […]

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January 31, 2012
A New Chapter Starts Today

Thoughts in 2007... Well, here I am. A stay-at-home mom with two little tiny guys. Tucker is two, Tyler is four months old, Robb is loving us and climbing the corporate ladder, and we're tangled up in diapers, a double stroller, adventures to the park, and pleas for my sanity. I need an outlet. Maybe […]

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