Category: familyness

I belong to a church of volunteers, which means that when something needs doing, it gets done by the congregation. Teaching, music, all those sermons and talks, all of it. By the people and for the people. And also the bathrooms. I just got home from cleaning the church with my family. And I may

Here’s photographic proof of the Pet Solution. You can’t really tell, but this is my big pasta serving bowl. Grande. And so is the turtle. So one more round of applause to Kid 2’s brilliance. (clap, clap, clap) Also, this reminds Husband of that part in the great movie “Cinderella Man” when Russell Crowe’s character

My brilliant and lovely Kid 2 to the rescue, petwise. She found Kid 4 a turtle that carries no salmonella (until he bathes it in egg – we hope that doesn’t happen soon) and is virtually stink-free. Also, it doesn’t die if you forget to feed it. Introducing the grow-in-water pet turtle. (Okay, I can’t

Sweet boy. Those words are used on lots of kids, but meant just for you. I love the way you laugh, you smile, you sing, you play. I love the way you care and tend. I love your responsibility, your willingness, your obedience. I love the gap where your front teeth should be. I love

FACT: Husband loves him some basketball. He’s not the kind of Husband who watches games on TV (ever, really) or spends lots of dollars to go to games. But he loves, loves to play. And there are days when he’s still got it. I’m just saying. Also, he’s still hanging on to his thirties. Barely.

Today is Husband’s birthday. Husband, the loving, the talented, the hard-working, the early-rising, the studious, the gentle, the appreciative, the concerned, the love of my heart. Want to know what? I love birthdays. And want to know what else? I love presents. Mine, or anybody else’s. Buying gifts, planning gifts, making gifts, wrapping gifts… it