Category Archives: Parenthood

Biking, border collies, and my boy.

I have a border collie named Nelly. Border collies are known for an abundance of energy and my girl is no exception. She lives to go on walks, run along-side my bike or play fetch with a frisbee. Sometimes I take her to the park to play. She somehow knows we are headed there even […]

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to be a tree

I have three children. They are all boys, and they are all different. I spend nearly every day, all day with the youngest. He is just 6 and goes to kindergarten for two point five hours per day. The rest of the time, he is my buddy. We go to lunch. We ride our bikes. […]

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mischief

I have a friend, Courtney who has a son that is almost the same age as my Beck (6). He is adorable. He has this long, wavy hair that makes him look like a little surfer dude. They get along so well, and when he plays over here, it’s like free time for me. They […]

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Like father, Like son

I just finished a book called 11/22/63 by Stephen King. It’s the first King novel I’ve read and I loved it. It’s historical fiction, which I find fascinating, and despite the length (864 pages!) I was captivated the entire time. It’s a story about a guy who travels back in time to stop the assassination […]

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This was funny, and SO NOT funny all at once.

Scene: Bathroom. Getting Beck (5) ready for kindergarten. I am fixing his hair into the perfect little rhino-horn just how he likes it. Beck: “Mom. I feel like I want to say a word that I shouldn’t say.” Me: “Well, you better not say it then.” A quiet minute goes by. Beck: “That’s it! I […]

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I plead insanity.

It was an emotional day. The boys were fighting about everything. It had been early out all week long, and they were getting on each others nerves. My parents asked if they could have the boys overnight and then take them to see a movie on Saturday, to which I replied, “Mom. The answer is […]

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asylums, phobias, and a flood.

It was a relaxing Saturday for the most part yesterday. I spent some time working in my craft room and the boys played outside most of the day. Sometimes when Josh gets bored, he comes downstairs to chat with me as I work. On this day, the topic was insane asylums. “Is it like a […]

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First Day in their own words.

First day of school. In their own words: The Fish- “It was boring.” When asked what the best part was he said, “When I got to come home.” and the worst part was “Thinking I have to go back for 288 more days.” Well, it should be a stellar year with that amount of enthusiasm! […]

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Spittin’ image

I was in the bedroom, folding laundry. Beck was on the floor mugging on Nelly. Under my bed, he spied an old photo album of mine from elementary school. He flipped through it laughing at pictures of me and birthday cards from friends with pictures of monkeys wearing hats and cats in various physical predicaments […]

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First Day of Summer

Yesterday we spent the day at Bear Lake. Kelly D. had a photo shoot up there, so we decided to take the boys for the day. So, yeah. The water was fuh-reezing. Little boys don’t care about cold water, though. This was also Nelly’s first trip to Bear Lake. She totally loved it. It is […]

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a minor technicality

Welp, it was bound to happen sooner or later. I mean, I am the mother of three boys. The Fish got sent to the principals office. He has gotten into the habit of drawing cartoons all over the margins of his school work. That, combined with his obsession with all things military is what got […]

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I was blind, but now I see

A few weeks ago in church, Tate asked several times which hymn we were singing next. He wanted to find the page early so he was ready. I told him that the numbers in the front of the chapel are the page numbers for the hymns we are going to sing. “Look, they’re all up […]

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The bluff.

It was chore time. The most dreaded part of the day. The boys were complaining, doing everything except what they were supposed to do. I reminded Beck to clean up his Legos at least 10 times. At least. He has taken to yelling lately, and he is quite good at it. So, he yells, “I […]

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making time

I am afraid if I say it out loud, or write about this on my blog, I will jinx it. I know it’s superstitious, but I’m telling you; jinxing is real. However, for the sake of remembrance, I am writing it anyway. I have worried so much over the relationship I have with my ten […]

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…not far from the tree.

Walking in the parking lot yesterday after church felt good. The sun was shining, the talk I had been stressing out about giving was over with, and it was time to go home, get in my sweats and have dinner. As we approached the car, The Fish asked, “Is screwed a bad word?” I wince. […]

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