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”
I have been teaching Choo-choo about God, Jesus, and Heaven. We read Bible stories and sing songs. I explain everything as best I can. His three year old mind is so literal, though.
The other night, I read “God Bless You and Good Night” to Choo-choo before bed. (I totally recommend that book, by the way, and no, I was not paid to say this! It’s authored by Hannah C. Hall.) Choo-choo asked where God was so I told him Continue reading “A child’s faith”
As I write this, Choo-choo and Diesel are in the other room playing (loudly!) and having fun. (Though I’m not sure how fun it is for my husband when our son keeps taking all the toys away from him…)
I love times like this when they can bond with each other. Even though Continue reading “The two loves of my life”
Choo-choo, Diesel, and I had a super fun family day yesterday. In celebration of Choo-choo doing better with his potty training, my husband and I took him to another train museum a few hours away from us.
It was all our kid had talked about for the past three days. He asked about going every night and again in the morning. He asked if we were there yet the entire drive despite many assurances we weren’t even close. Choo-choo just could not contain his excitement.
Once there, we Continue reading “Train rides and swirly slides”
Lighthouses have played a big role in my life with Diesel. He proposed to me on top of the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse in North Carolina. We were married just over a year later next to the Little Sable Point Lighthouse in Michigan. Choo-choo’s very first “vacation” was to a lighthouse in the winter, when I was only two months pregnant with him.
Diesel and I have visited nearly every single lighthouse or light station in Continue reading “A shining light in the storm”
I have always dreamed of growing old together with Diesel.
It sounds like such a cliché, I know. It’s the start of one of my favorite poems: “Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be!” And yet it is still something I hope for. Continue reading “Grow old along with me!”
Choo-choo always had this thing about me dancing. He hated it. Well, maybe not when he was an infant into a very young toddler. I used to dance around with him, but he wanted me to hold him instead of dancing along with me. Every. Single. Time.
Once he started using his words more, the phrase became common. “You no dance, Mommy!!” Continue reading “Happy dancin’”