This sweet thang is my aspiring percussionist, and his talent is pretty darn amazing. Of course, I’m his Mama, so I think just about everything he does is noteworthy. But as a former music teacher, I *do* have a leeetle more credibility in this area. So, I can say da boy haz talent and it’s totally legit. Word. Today…
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“No” Now, “Yes” Later
photo credit About 30 minutes into my morning, my plans for the day did a 180. A sick daughter will do that to plans. No attending the volunteer appreciation breakfast at school. No attending my Moms & Beyond meeting. Instead, a yes to a day at home with my usually-active-but-now-slowed-down-girl. And yes to extra snuggling as she grabs my hand…
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Mom Song Monday
Many of you have heard of Anita Renfroe and her hilARious “Mom Song” sung to the tune of William Tell Overture. One of our radio stations plays the Mom Song every Monday morning at 8am. Sometimes, the kids and I catch it on the way to school, and Every. Single. Time. we all crack up like we’ve never heard it before….
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How Not to Turn into Cruella DeVille
More than once I’ve been asked if I’m smokin’ something or if I’m hittin’ the hard stuff a little too early and often. Sometimes, I’m asked both on the same day. Now, while I do have an often cheery disposition, I can’t blame my personality all on genes. I get a kick out of God and He just makes…
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Uninviting Hurry {You Ain’t Welcome Around Here No More}
I can still see them, their 3 year old wee-watt legs peddling slow but sure. I pushed little sister, a newborn, in the stroller ahead of them and kept looking over my shoulder and calling, “Hurry or we’re gonna be late for swim lessons!” My twin boys would peddle like gangbusters then get distracted by a grasshopper or a rock….
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Party Under Blue Skies
{Have you heard about 5 Minutes for Mom’s 2011 Ultimate Blog Party? Get the low down here!} Is it your first time here? Then welcome, y’all! My name is Kristen, and I welcome you to my little sanguine corner, Chasing Blue Skies. It is a place where you can “stare out the window” and receive fresh-air encouragement through all…
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On Blessing Others When Your Heart Isn’t in It
I stood shell shocked. Her words shot out rapid fire and every bullet hit its aim. She told me exactly what she thought of me, and when she ran out of ammo she zeroed in on my husband and kids. Thankfully, they weren’t there to witness the incident, the carnage. I felt sweaty and panicked but didn’t cry. I…
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Quality Time with Growing Kids
Finding quality time with my young’uns as preschoolers wasn’t a problem. They were my shadows, my constant companions. And like a lot of kids, they wouldn’t want to just sit down and play a game of Candyland. They’d want to sit down and play 25 games of Candyland. And they wouldn’t want to just read a story or 2….
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Five Minute Friday: Waking Up
I’m linking up to Lisa Jo’s (the Gypsy Mama) this morning. Every Friday, Lisa Jo picks a topic and encourages us to just write about it for five minutes, no editing words or thoughts. I was a little surprised she did a link up this week, since she had a baby six days ago and all. Six. Days. Ago!…
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What Letting Go Can Look Like
I walk in their bedroom and wish I hadn’t. I saw my boys clean their room the day before; I know it happened. But now? Who can tell? Legos, papers, kleenex, they are all over. But I say to myself, “I’m lettin’ this go.” They all sit at the kitchen table working on homework, and all are asking me…
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On Gray Days and Blue Skies
For two different assignments, we lived in the great state of Ohio. Now, Ohio brims with tons o’ good stuff like sports, entertainment and green. It also brims with cold, clouds, and long winters. March is a month where spring tries breaking through but winter hangs on tight. By the middle of this month, I was ready to jump in…
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Because Nobody Wants to Stay in the Doghouse
When my son was 3 or 4 and his behavior would start that quick slide downhill, we could begin to rein it in by rubbing his back. He would balk or resist but eventually he would ease into our touch. He’s 11 now and that still works. We rub his back and his arm and the stiffness begins to…
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