kids

Spoons and Forks Only

I’m struggling a little bit with this phase of my life. For twenty years I’ve been a mom. That’s been my thing. And I’m a pretty good one, too. Not perfect. Not great. But pretty good. I mean, my kids have made it to 17 and 20 with a minimum of mental and/or emotional scarring…

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Crackalackin’…

… as in “here’s what’s happening” or “this is what’s going on.” The Urban Dictionary used it in this example: Bob:  Yo Joe:  Yo, what’s poppin’ fresh? Bob:  Not much kid, what’s crackalackin’  But as usual, I digress. A ton has happened since my one sentence post from a week ago. Kids’ Camp was, as usual,…

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Bragging Rights

I love our church and Sunday mornings are nearly always a joy for me. But there’s one Sunday each year that is my absolute favorite. Student Worship Sunday. This year it happened last Sunday, July 1st. Yes, I’m a bit partial to one of the singers, seeing as how I birthed her and all. But…

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Taylor Tales

A lot has happened in the life of our eldest since last I wrote about him. At the end of April he tore up his teenager card and became a twenty-something. As in twenty, which technically means he really is twenty-something, but the “something” is a little misleading. I’m not sure which confounds me more:…

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This Week in Review

No, I have not received my new computer yet. No, I am not typing this on my phone. I’ve hijacked Katie’s computer until I get my new one next week. Shhh. I have a full plate today, but thought I might throw a few words up on the page while I have a minute or…

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Best Weekend Ever

Day One, Thursday: We had a firm, no exceptions departure time of 9-ish AM and successfully met the “ish” portion of our goal by pulling out of the driveway at 10:30. Our normal 6 hour, one stop drive turned into an 8 hour, four stop trip. Partly because of all the fluids I was drinking…

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No More Camp

Taylor left for his sophomore year of college last week. I was happy to see him go. Psych! I wasn’t happy to see him go, though I was much better about it than I was last year. If you’ll recall, last year I told everybody he was going to camp. That seemed so much more……

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The Missionary Returns

I’m about a week late and several dollars short, but I suppose better late than never. Katie had a great, if not interesting, experience in Jamaica. I received a call on Wednesday night from Stacey, the “resident nurse”, informing me that Katie was pretty sick. I’m not sure if she qualified as “violently” ill, but…

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One Love

At 1:30 AM this morning I watched Katie and several other teenagers board a charter bus bound for LaGuardia International Airport in New York. From there they hopped a plane to Miami where they caught another plane for Jamaica. How exciting is that? I mean, what teenager wouldn’t want to take a vacation with a…

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