Always evolving, Never Average
The kids start school tomorrow. We will have a first, second, third, sixth and seventh grader. The girls are all very excited for the first day. The boys? Not so much. Especially Number 6 who has been crying every night for the last three nights when it’s time to go to bed. He has a …Read More
Dear Number 7, Tonight is the last night I held you as a three-year-old. And I’m sad. You won’t have any recollection of this, but when we read a story before you went to bed, I let you sit in my lap just a little bit longer than usual. I couldn’t kiss you enough. The skin on …Read More
Dear Number 3, There is a page in your baby book where I am supposed to write you a letter. You are nine and a half years old, and that page is still blank. I’ve been waiting for that moment to hit me when I knew just the perfect thing to write. Because one day …Read More
If you follow my facebook page, then you know that my night last night was, well, not average. But those kind of nights seem to be more and more the norm. I know I have 7 kids to keep alive. Which is more than most people. But I think we are all in the same boat. …Read More
Sometimes I can’t wait for the kids to grow out of certain phases. Like the highchair phase. I’ve had a highchair in my kitchen for 7 years straight. I threw the seat cover away about 1 1/2 kids ago; it had turned into more of a petri dish than a cover. Rather than keeping it …Read More
Back in November I wrote this post about making memories. And then an old friend from Pennsylvania sent me this poem: I still can’t read that without getting a big lump in my throat. Anyway, I was reminded of the swift passage of time again the other day. I mean, I’m reminded every day, but I …Read More
