Dear Mr. Ice Cream Man. Why must you park your truck with all its precious goodies; popsicles, frozen lemonade, novelties shaped like Spiderman, RIGHT in front of the T-ball field in the MIDDLE of their game? It makes no sense. Of all the fields to park in front of you chose the field with 4… Continue reading A Letter To The Ice Cream Man:
Before my husband and I were even engaged we talked about having a family some day. He wanted four kids, like his family; I wanted two kids, like my family. So what did we do? We compromised and decided on three… we needed a tie-breaker. Three beautiful boys later and our family is complete. I admit… Continue reading The Combination of Two
Looking back on my day today I’ve realized that I caved a lot with the kids today. It felt like I was caving-in every hour. My backbone was missing. From the start of my morning till bedtime I continued to give in to all of their requests. Nilla Wafers before eating breakfast. Seriously? I said “no” twice, then gave… Continue reading Caving In
