The thing about living in the country is that sometimes a stray cow moseys over and parks itself in your backyard. Over the summer, we had this unexpected visitor from the farm next door. At least she made herself useful by trimming the grass under our hanging baskets. I grew up without animals in the house, or the yard, for…
That’s right, we’re back in the potty training trenches. My youngest is 25 months old, and she can’t wait to be as grown up as her sisters in every possible way. To capitalize on her eagerness, I kicked off the potty training with 4 days of the “bare bottom” approach. The technique worked for my oldest, and my middle child…eventually.…
It is now several weeks into school. I miss my oldest. And I realize this is only the start of letting go. Lately, I’ve been reflecting on this passage from 1 Samuel, when Hannah brings her little boy Samuel to the temple so that he can live there and serve the Lord the rest of his life: “I prayed for this…
We knew there would be some bumps along the road to starting kindergarten…for all of us! It’s now been a week and a half since my oldest’s inaugural day of school. The house is quieter without her, but I’ve realized how much I lean on her. Here’s a replay of a conversation we had last week. “Sweetheart, where are those pieces…
“I know, Bun-Bun, I’ll miss you, too.” We were driving back from Kindergarten Roundup last spring, and my five year old was engaged in serious conversation with her favorite stuffy, a well-loved bunny. “I’ll be at Kindergarten,” she explained to Bun-Bun as we sped down the expressway. “So I won’t be there for lunch, but I’ll be home for dinner.…