“Does Jesus want dolls for his birthday?” asked my four year old, clutching her Frozen Elsa doll, which used to sing (loudly) several bars of “Let It Be,” until the batteries died. Ever since she finally grasped that Christmas is Jesus’ birthday, she has been working hard to settle the most important birthday matter: What gifts does he want? “No,…
(Photo credit: My 5 year old) Shortly before I came down with the Thanksgiving bug (I’m much better now, whew!) I brought up all the holiday books from our lower level. That sounds like a straightforward, ten-minute task, doesn’t it? Naturally, it snowballed into a week-long, FEMA-level cleanup effort. Okay, sure, I never should have let our family room devolve…
I had so many plans for Thanksgiving, and I’m most ungrateful that they’ve all gone up in smoke. I’ve been fighting a bug most of the month, and finally went to the doctor yesterday. It is nothing alarming, and for that I should be thankful…but I don’t feel that way at all lying home in bed, and missing my kindergartner…
Every November, our family tradition of shopping for fancy Christmas dresses officially marks the start of the holiday season. We load up the kids and trek out to the mall, where the kids marvel at “so many Christmas things!” as my two year old exclaimed this past Saturday. Craning their necks, they take it all in: the Christmas trees decorated…
Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. –1 Peter 5:7 My oldest is a worrier. Just one quarter into her kindergarten career, we already see her tendency to fret and be anxious. When she has homework (I know–homework in kindergarten!), she’ll remind me over and over until we do it, sometimes with “help” from her younger…