Saturday evening…
Our church had their first-ever Fall Festival. We even had a square-dance caller. There was kettle korn, corn on the cob, barbeque and pies, Jones Soda, and a cakewalk.
I sat in the main sanctuary all evening watching our stuff with Baby Boy.
Now, to be fair, our pastor’s wife took him […]

Friday afternoon…
My grandmother hosted a small tea at her home in honor of Baby Boy. It also happened to be her birthday. My mother and sister were there (with Little Cousin), along with my other grandmother and some family friends. And, of course, the Munchkin.
Though it wasn’t a baby shower per se, […]

I’m imagining Greta Garbo saying that in her incredibly thick accent.
I love my children. I really really do. But I would like to have a tiny break every now and then.
The Munchkin has been on a tear recently. And when she needs something, the word “Mommy” comes out of her mouth at […]

What a relief. The Munchkin is not alone.
Yesterday at church, I was chatting with a guy who has three kids. His story is quite amazing - he and his wife have a son in first grade, and lost twin girls afterwards to a rare congenital deformity shortly after they were born. Within […]