The Last Time

My husband asked me to go outside and look at the moon with him last night. Our oldest son got a telescope for Christmas last year and we like to set it up in the front yard and look up at the sky at night. Most nights when we have finished the bedtime rush with…

A Picture’s Worth

“Where is Gus?” Jack asked when he got in the car after school this week. “He’s home with your dad. Ellie and I just finished at her doctor’s appointment, and I didn’t have time to go get him before it was time to pick you up from school,” I said. He looked over the edge…

Buddy Breathing

“Is ‘nasty’ a cuss word?” Jack asked me right when he got in the car one time after his day in kindergarten. “A cuss word? Who has been talking to you about cuss words?” I asked confused because I don’t know that we have ever really talked about “cuss words” at home. I mean, the…

World Down Syndrome Day 3.21.22

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The Morning Grind

Getting my children, my husband and myself out the door on weekday mornings is not my greatest gift. The person I am in those few hours is absolutely not my best self. I may be doing the next right thing, but I am not very nice about it.   Every week night, I go to…

Cool like Elwie

I took Ellie to the eye doctor last week. Well, Ellie and Gus. They both got to go because the ice in Arkansas closed their schools. My husband was in court, so I loaded up my two emotionally unstable Tasmanian devils who only want to “do it myself, Mama” and off we went to terrorize…

But do you really hear me?

I went to Target this week in search of a shirt that I bought there at least three years ago. A mustardy, harvest-goldish colored short-sleeved t-shirt from the toddler section that has black bug outlines on it.

Trash and Treasure

Eventually, the little clay pot broke when the new baby, Gus, pushed it over, but I was able to save the one piece with the blue paint on it.

Surviving Sleep

I didn’t have kids at this point. I don’t even think I was in a serious relationship. Since that day, though, this conversation stuck in my mind and even haunted me, because as a naïve single woman, I could not imagine the horror of not getting my comfortable, uninterrupted 8 hours of sleep each night.