Double the Trouble: Part One of a two-part series on the trouble – and blessings – of twins.
Ever hear the phrase “double the trouble”? I hear it all of the time, along with “twice the blessings”. While these clichés don’t particularly bother me, they do make me pause to think.
Double the Trouble? Oh…..let me count the ways…… Continue reading
Can you say you parent with love, not rage?
A while back I caught a news clip on Rage Rooms. And it really bothered me. I still have not been able to let it go. Continue reading
A father’s love is what made my boys in to the young men they are today.
This past Sunday was Father’s Day. We had nothing special planned, really. We ate a yummy breakfast and my husband spent the day doing what he likes to do; lounging around, hanging out with his boys, tinkering in the garage, and grilling.
I, on the other hand, had tons to do, because I had just returned from a four-day stay with my sister-in-law. So I sent my oldest out with the youngest two, to play. That way I could get the brunch dishes done with no one hanging on my legs. I had a mountain of laundry to do, as one might expect, in a house with eight people in it, and unpacking waiting for me yet as well.
While I’m washing the countless dishes, I glance out the window. My oldest is shirtless, in the sand box. Next to him is one of the twins, also shirtless.
Looking for ten easy ways to create an awesome summer routine for your child? Then you have come to the right place!
Summer is here, and with it, a whole set of new challenges. Gone are the long, cold nights of dreadful homework, early bedtimes and rude morning awakenings. The school year can be grueling, for some, but the daily routines involved are necessary for your child’s growth and development. Those routines, and the opportunity to learn from them, can be misplaced during the summer.
After years of mental and emotional preparation, the day was finally here – my son’s graduation. “I Did It!” is a common thread during a high school graduation ceremony. It is usually on the mind of most, if not all, of the graduates.
And as the mom of one of the graduates, it was also on my mind.
I did it!!
I tried two new recipes last night – ranch pork chops and roasted veggies. I knew I wanted to make my husband’s cheesy garlic mashed potatoes, but I didn’ t know what to make with them. After a quick internet search, I served Ranch Pork Chops, Cheesy Garlic Mashed Potatoes, Roasted Veggies and Herbed Onion Bread.
Remember when you could openly and freely smother your son with hugs and kisses? Tickle his belly? Roll around on the floor with him? Throw him on your hip and dance around the living room together?
You used to read stories, hang out in forts together, snuggle on the couch and spend hours in the back yard together. You could tell when he was tired, before he even knew it himself. You knew that when he seemed crabby for no apparent reason what-so-ever, it was snack time. You could sense when he needed alone time and when he wanted to spend time with mom.
You were virtually inseparable. And you knew him better than anyone else knew him. Remember?
One of my favorites….I try not to make it too often, however, because only one of my kids will eat it. Apparently there are too many veggies involved!
I have a confession to make….last night’s supper was actually pizza. 🙂 I was busy working on my oldest son’s elementary years’ scrapbook (for his graduation party) and my husband was beat. So we didn’t feel like cooking.
But on Saturday night, my husband made his great (great?) Grandpa’s pancakes. They were so yummy that I wanted to share them!
I have six kids. The three oldest are in their preteen and teenage years. The three youngest are in their preschool/toddler years. There is a BIG difference between the oldest three and the youngest three, when it comes to entertaining themselves.
The oldest three could play by themselves. I have two out of the youngest three that can not. What makes the difference? Did my parenting change? Does birth order make a difference? Or is personality a factor? Maybe it’s our world today.