Some words should never go together to construct a sentence. For example, a mom should never have to utter the words, “There’s a dirty pull up stuck in a tree outside my house!” I, however, said those words Wednesday morning just after 7 a.m. I walked into my two-year-old son’s room to...
My house is a wreck. I’m not just talking some of the time. I’m talking just about every day. I’m quite sure if burglars came to my home, they would walk in and think someone else had beaten them to it and leave.
As a parent, I struggle with making sure the true meaning of Easter, Christ’s death and resurrection, doesn’t get overshadowed by Easter baskets, dying eggs and the anticipation of the Easter Bunny’s arrival. It seems like all holidays anymore boil down to consumption of... 
Amazing. There’s simply no other word to describe it. One month ago I had LASIK eye surgery, and it’s nothing short of a miracle for someone who had (note the past tense here!!!) such poor vision. When I say I needed glasses to see, I really mean I NEEDED glasses to see. To quote my... 
As a parent, you never know what adventures a day will bring. Take this past Saturday. It was a typical afternoon at the house, and suddenly my 2-year-old picked up a green bead that had fallen off his sister’s preschool artwork, tossed it in his mouth and darted off to another room.
For Valentine’s Day this year, I was prepared. I was determined that I’d help my kids make their own valentines for their preschool classmates. Thanks to familyfun.com I found a fool-proof homemade valentine, a one-eyed heart monster. My four-year-old son instantly loved the idea. My daughter... 
Time is something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. As a mom of small children, I’m constantly fluctuating between a state of wanting time to stand still and wishing time would speed up.
Change isn’t easy. I’ve been reminded of that on a daily basis for the last four weeks—usually between the hours of 5 a.m. and 6 a.m. That’s when I’m often awakened from my peaceful slumber by the sounds of heavy footsteps upstairs and slamming doors.
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree! How insane you make me! Actually it’s not the tree’s fault. It’s my toddler with sticky fingers that’s the problem. Like most two-year-olds (at least that’s what I tell myself), Siler just can’t resist the sparkling lights and all the shiny... 