The new normal.

Here we find ourselves three months into life with two children, having nose-dived to this point if I were being candid. How do people with multiple wardens do it? One moment, I’m hovering around my two, radiating warm fuzzies, hoping they’ll take online college courses and live with me forever. Next, I’m nursing a frantic…

Chase the darkness.

I’ve been at a loss for words amidst so much sadness swirling around us. So much broken. So much hurting. So much loss. So much physical and emotional disaster. I want to close my eyes. I want to cover my ears. I want to shut off my phone. I want to shepherd my family into…

Weeks deep in big boy undies.

You had to be wondering when you’d hear a post about potty training. After all, our boy is off to college now. C’mon, people. He’s not even three yet. Plus he’s undergone immense change. Plus it’s important not to prematurely force bladder control. Plus he’s a boy. Plus he’s undergone immense change. Plus his mom…

Old habits die even harder.

With the birth of our second bundle, my parenting experience continues to evolve. After all, I now have two wardens to answer: But I just knew this opportunity at second-round parenting would redeem my prior misfit ways. I would be more seasoned. I wouldn’t shirk routine. I would make my bed weekly. I wouldn’t fix…

I’ve missed you.

Hi. Hi. Hi. Can I just say that I’ve missed you? Yes, I have. We must catch up. You’ll have to excuse my radio silence of late following the recent birth of our second bundle. I now spend my days as a milk cow, wondering if my two-year-old is in the other room playing with…

Snaps. Claps. Laughs.

I used to think my two-year-old was temperamental. Until I became full-term pregnant in the heat of the summer. Rubber-band emotions. I snap back and forth between laughing and crying. Often laugh-crying, like a creepy psychopath. I blame the hormones but fear I’ve had a permanent personality shift. Lord, help us. Like when one of…

my groundhog life.

Do you relive the same day again and again? Me too. Morning after morning, we awake and scoot to the nearest box store to retrieve paint for our latest house project. There, Andy saddles up on his mower of choice. Afternoon after afternoon, Andy and I return home, so he can stealthily hide from me. Sometimes…

The God who calls into being things that are not.

Are you waiting on a miracle that feels unattainable amidst your facts? Have you been waiting on God’s promise for so long that the promise feels pointless? Has there been so much carnage from the waiting that the miracle or promise feels like it will no longer suffice? Don’t hang your head just yet. Think…

Oh, the problem with pride.

Oh, the problem with pride. It never looks good on anyone. It’s often propelled by feelings of inadequacy. And it’s the fastest way to get me to do something: Tell me I can’t do something.  Because pride, propelled by inadequacy, always has something to prove. Drew recently told me I can’t be push-mowing the lawn at 35 weeks pregnant….