Tag Archives: motherhood

Got to love her honesty

Yummy But Costly

This is what my view will be like in Heaven.


When my daughter was about two, she went to the freezer and took out the 1/2 gallon container of ice cream and put it on the counter. Too tired to deal with the situation properly, I simply asked, “Would you like a bowl?” She responded, Read the rest of this entry

Thank Heaven for little girls


While sitting with some other moms at my son’s baptism reception, one of them alerted me to the fact that the kids were playing with a doll–a gender specific doll. A group of little girls were giggling while watching my seven-year-old daughter make her male doll Read the rest of this entry

No wild animals allowed!


Fighting giraffes in Ithala Game Reserve, nort...

You know those long thin pillows you use under a door to keep the drafts out? My four-year-old was confused, and wanted to know why we didn’t WANT the Read the rest of this entry

Probably not future nuns




Napolean gets down

Napolean gets down (Photo credit: massless)


My three kids are starting to behave much better at church. Either that, or, I’m just so used to their bad behavior that I’ve become jaded. Regardless, on what I thought was a relatively well-behaved Sunday, a mysterious turning point in the Mass alerted my five-year-old to something very special. Perhaps it was a tell-tale word or two from the priest, when my daughter suddenly announced: Read the rest of this entry

Yes, Ma’am!

Taking a nap

Taking a nap (Photo credit: JohnFinn)


My nearly three-year-old daughter is transitioning away from taking naps. She yawns in the afternoons but isn’t tired enough to actually fall asleep. When she laid down on the couch and pulled a blanket on herself, I held my arms out to her and asked, “Do you want me to carry you to your room for a nap?”


She brushed my hands away and said, Read the rest of this entry

Backseat copper


Sunset Police Car

As I was driving, my seven-year-old son asked, “Why are you speeding, Mom?”
“I’m not. I’m going 50, the speed limit,” I said.
He responded, “The sign said Read the rest of this entry

Do as I say, not as I do


When I was giving my daughter a bath, I washed one arm and asked her to give me her other arm.

171~365~My Take on the Baby in the Bathtub

“Other arm,” I said. That arm was occupied with a bath toy and did not immediately present itself to me. “Other arm,” I said again with some irritation.

My daughter slowly thrust forth her arm and said, Read the rest of this entry

Funny things my kids say


Cereal (Photo credit: Tara Whitsitt)

Last night I took my two oldest to the grocery store with me. It was a store they hadn’t been to before, and they had, according to them, “The time of their lives.”


On the way home, I asked why they liked that store so much. My seven-year-old said, “Because we got new cereal and such.” Then the five-year-old piped up, “Yea! new cereal and Read the rest of this entry

A future writer, no doubt.


English: Picture of an open book, that does no...

I asked my children if they were hungry, and my four-year-old daughter replied, “‘I am,’ said the girl with the purple glasses.” Then the next day she said to me, Read the rest of this entry

The bathroom is now off-limits!

we can finally hang towels

I hope those towels have been washed!

My two-year-old was quiet in the bathroom for far too long. When I went in to investigate, the first thing I saw was Read the rest of this entry