Last year for Christmas, the boys received a singing, dancing Irish Santa. They loved it at once, but Patrick and I were unsure about the beer in Santa’s hand. Did an imbibing Santa send an inappropriate message to the boys? For a year we worried and discussed… should Santa find a new home? Could I…
Today, I found myself repeating the same things over and over and over again. “Put your shoes in your shoe bin;” “Wash your hands after using the bathroom;” “Don’t just walk on the toys, pick them up;” “Stop arguing with your brother.” Finally, after one repetition too many, I gave in and added that age-old…
In today’s world of television, computer games, organized sports, and over-scheduled time, I often find myself longing for the “good-old days” for my boys: for unsupervised outdoor play, for wanderings in the woods, tadpole catching in a stream, and care-free summer days. My summers as a child were filled with outdoor fun from morning until…
Don’t talk anybody, don’t come near!Can’t you see the fish might hear?He thinks I’m playing with a piece of string;He thinks I’m another sort of funny thing,But he doesn’t know I’m fishing-He doesn’t know I’m fishing.That’s what I’m doing –Fishing. A.A. MilneNow We Are Six The kids weren’t quiet, they couldn’t keep from jumping into…
“Mommy, I love when Ryan has Kids Nation! It’s so much fun for me!” Those words, uttered by my joyous six-year-old as we walked across the street alongside our church Friday evening, took me by complete surprise. Ryan was at the first meeting of the third/fourth grade church youth group, and since Patrick was out…
This post is linked to Sweet Shot Tuesday at My 3 Boybarians and Wordless Wednesday at 5 Minutes for Mom.
