Finding the bottom of the laundry basket. A fresh cut lawn. Clean floors. An evening where the kids don’t complain about doing their homework or eating their dinner. Well organized and no fighting bath/shower time. Having my son read me a book. No whining and complaining at bed time. Not even requests for water, Clairitin,… Continue reading My Definition of a Good Day
My weak spot is vomit. This mommy does not do vomit. Some moms hug and sooth their children as the front of their clothes are covered in the stuff. I just can’t. Automatic gag reflex. Luckily my wonderful husband takes care of it. I don’t know what I would do with out him. I would… Continue reading Mama Don’t Do Puke
My Avery (my first born) is eleven. He’s an old man with a white furry face. He’s slowed down quite a bit and has lost some weight and spunk. My husband and I keep saying, “this might be his last summer.” Well he showed us up today in the backyard. He had a ball playing… Continue reading The Old Puppy
