With Thanksgiving arriving tomorrow, so many people have been talking about their holiday traditions. Honestly, my family and I don’t actually have any. There isn’t any one thing we have done year after year. Sometimes we Continue reading “Happy Thanksgiving”
My son Choo-choo absolutely loves to play “Red Light, Green Light.” You know the one, where someone calls out “green light” and you all run then they call out “red light” and everyone stops. We also do “yellow light” because Momma sometimes needs it to slow down a bit. (Long gone are my sprinting without abandon days.) Continue reading “Games we play”
For the past several days, I have been woken up at least twice a night by my son Choo-choo. Lack of sleep is usually bad for just about everyone, me included. I end up exhausted, obviously, but there is more to it than that.
Little to no sleep leaves me crabby, anxious and even dizzy, especially with the medication I take before bed each night. This means I sometimes Continue reading “What becomes of the sleep-deprived?”
Today was one of those bad joke kind of days. The whole “Everything that can go wrong will go wrong” totally applied to us today.
I couldn’t find my house keys. We were late to meet my cousin. When Diesel, Choo-choo, and I were finally in the truck and on the way (after a guy stopped by to talk to my husband about his truck since it’s a cool vintage), we immediately had to turn around and Continue reading “Bad Joke Day…”
This week, we welcome an amazing woman who has faced some pretty hefty challenges and survived. She now shares her stories on her own blog and has been gracious enough to give us some great insights here as well. Continue reading “Welcome Wednesday 2”
…Except that I don’t.
This is what my therapist and concluded at my last session. We both knew about my lack of confidence before, of course. The topic has come up a lot. Only I did not fully realize Continue reading ““I have confidence in me!””
Choo-choo is a total, complete threenager right now.
I’m not sure I fully understood what that term meant until my son turned three. He whines, he rolls his eyes, and he never wants to do anything. Throw in some slammed doors and you’d totally have teenage me.
Diesel, Choo-choo, and I had to Continue reading “If teenagers were toddlers”