Category Archives: To My Ragamuffins

Little Dude has been placing blame since he could talk. Who farted? (Sister did.) Who scribbled on the walls with crayone? (Uncle did.) You don’t even have to be in the room (or house or state) to be blamed. A … Continue reading →

My sweet girl was baptized a few weeks ago, on her eighth birthday. I was looking back at some of her baby and toddler pictures, and wishing I could somehow slow down time. It seems to be spinning out of … Continue reading →

My first two girls were super chunky. They had jowls, the type that almost touch the shoulders. I could hide things between the rolls of their legs. You get the picture. We took little E in for her six month … Continue reading →

In the past few months, Little Dude has become more and more curious about his body. We have had this conversation about a hundred times. I kid you not. “Mom, what’s that?” “That is your penis. All boys and daddies … Continue reading →

I adore my girls. They are cute and sassy and sweet. Fun to dress up and do girly things with. But when he was born, my world changed. I loved him differently somehow. Not more or less. Just differently. Being … Continue reading →

Dear Kids, When you are sick it sucks. There is not much I hate more. And it’s not just the night-time wakings or cleaning up puke, though I detest both. The worst thing is knowing that you are hurting and … Continue reading →

Dear Kids, Every night after we put you to bed, Dad & I breathe a big sigh of relief. We get ourselves a snack and plop down on the couch or in bed. Sometimes we play a game or watch … Continue reading →