Marriage, Motherhood

Isn’t It Romantic…

It started with bath time.  It usually does.  My sister bought us a bluetooth speaker, and bathtime has been a musical experience ever since.

Andy started singing “Looks like we made it…Look how far we’ve come, my baby…”  I hear him in the kitchen and start looking it up on Spotify.  A few wrong searches finally gets me to “You’re still the one” by Shania Twain, and it starts up on the speaker.  Continue reading “Isn’t It Romantic…”


Rainy Day Remedies

April showers bring… a prison sentence for preschoolers and their parents.  This week, we had two glorious days of sunshine, parks, and picnics.  Then Saturday poured buckets on our happy plans.  But instead of giving up and making it an all out movie day, inspiration hit, and we decided to have some indoor adventures.  In case creativity isn’t sparking in your house on some drizzly day this season, take these ideas and go wild!  Note: these are in no specific order and can be adapted to amuse different ages. Continue reading “Rainy Day Remedies”



So, I’ll be honest.  I have got nothing to give.  Today, I have been faced with my daughter acting as a mirror to my own acts and words…”STOP IT!  YOU don’t DO that!”  She’ll say that and scrunch her face up and turn and stomp away.  Is that how she sees me?  Should I always say “Please…” when I correct her so it doesn’t come back to haunt me?  I’ll be honest, I cannot handle that kind of an ongoing reflection every day.  My own mind keeps plenty of vivid records of my wrongs.  This double dose is wearing on my soul. Continue reading “Honestly…”

Homemaking, Motherhood, Recipes

“…For My Piece of Apple Pie.”

  1. My daughter has finally gotten into VeggieTales.  I knew it would happen.  It was just a matter of when.

(P.S. We use JellyTelly as an app on our Roku for streaming Christian kid’s shows.  They do a week free trial- so check it out here!)

Today’s episode was Madame Blueberry.  A heartwarming episode.  I always melt during the part where the little girl sings her song: “I thank God for this day, for the sun in the sky, for my Mom and my Dad, and my piece of apple pie.”  It’s her birthday, and all she has is a piece of pie. Continue reading ““…For My Piece of Apple Pie.””