Part one is back here. Because yes, we went clear back the day after Thanksgiving and I haven’t made time to finish writing up my wrap-up yet. When I look at these pictures I get a little lump in my throat thanking my lucky stars that we got to do this. It is at trip…
Usually my “word” for the year comes to me slowly. Gradually. (I take this “one word” business pretty seriously.) But this year my word arrived quite unexpectedly before I had even started to mull over what I was aiming for. It happened to be at a time when I was feeling overwhelmed almost to the…
First of all, HAPPY NEW YEAR! I, for one, cannot believe it’s already another new year. And I’m excited about that little fact. Because I love new beginnings. I even have my 2012 “one word” all figured out (more about that later). And I’m happy that Christmas is over for one more year. Oh wait,…
I decided long ago that co-hosting a Power of Moms Motherhood Retreat would be the best way to honor this stewardship I got back here. The American Mothers Inc. has pretty much the same goals as Power of Moms does and together the two organizations can be a powerful force to be reckoned with. So…
I know you use your parents’ book on how to teach your children about sex for the first time at age 8. but what I’m wondering is, do you have any books that helped you to introduce changes with their bodies before or along with the sex talk book? we are looking for a book…
(What in the world is up with that streak blond hair there on my head? Have I really been going around like that since my last haircut??)I find it interesting how mothers change through the years. I, for one, have sure mellowed out. For Max’s first birthday we whipped up a serious shin-dig. We invited…
Last year I started a tradition. But I guess it’s really not a tradition if I only did it once, is it? My plan was to write each year around my birthday about Motherhood. The specific way that I mother. Because I wish with all my heart I had that record of my mother. I…
We are home. Back to the familiar things we longed for while we were gone: Our own beds. Lucy’s stuffed-bunny-who-wears-a-dress and who delights her to no end. A grocery store and Costco around the corner. Back-to-school night notices and orientation schedules the kids were anxious about (but that make us all a little nauseous). My…