By Melodee My daughter is four and a half. As the youngest child and only girl in my family, she exerts her will on her brothers by crying. She sobs, weeps and screams, in fact, which punctures my eardrums and spins my head on my neck. Her brothers, ages 14, 14 and 9, cannot remember…
Monthly Archives: August 2008
You Moved Us
From Stephanie– This recent post by Partners in Prayer For Our Prodigals reveals in a heartbreaking and touching message that anyone can make a difference no matter how much others may feel they are a nobody. From Veronica– Country Doctor’s Wife moved me to tears of laughter at her description of the challenges of raising…
Sleeping Is So Overrated
By Stephanie I type with heavy fingers that are more like thick thumbs attempting to translate my hazy mind into a comprehendable blog post. The last time I had a decent night’s sleep (my definition being at least four hours in a row during the night, in my own bed, like normal people sleep) was…
Family Tree
By Beck My husband and my oldest child were sitting on the kitchen floor yesterday, making corn dollies. My husband is the one to go to for any task that involves manual dexterity, and even though he came home from work very sick with a summer cold, he still patiently sat there making little heads,…
School Daze
By Kelly I know for many families in the United States, school is already underway. Which leads me to ask, “Seriously? School on August 9? Who does that?” Here in Minnesota, school doesn’t start until the day after Labor Day. (It’s the law.) And while I don’t want to sound all high and mighty, I’m…
The Rowdy Daughter
By Veronica Yesterday I was sitting in the bathroom at church (I’m pregnant – I spend half of church sitting in bathrooms) when I overheard two ladies talking about my daughter. I think it was about my daughter. They never said her name, but it certainly sounded like my daughter. It wasn’t a spiteful conversation…
Even So, I Did Finally Extricate Myself from All the Lycra and Get What I Went in For
By Megan I popped into Motherhood™ Maternity for what was supposed to be lightening-fast drive-by to pick up some Preggie Pop Drops and a Bella™ Band. Well. There really is no such of a thing as a lightening-fast drive-by in Motherhood Maternity. Their definition of clever merchandising is “pack the precious pouchy-fronted fashions in that…
Smoke Gets In Your Social-Pariah Eyes
By Gretchen Smokers are an ash-flick away from serial killers. When friends, aquaintances, and readers find out I am an ex-smoker, they usually say things like, “But you are so nice!” Yes. You should have known me when I was a smoker! Jaywalking! Taking an extra brownie! Waiting until March to do my taxes! I…
You Moved Us
From Stephanie– Tissues are a must when reading the precious writings at Letters For Catherine. Catherine was born this week and early on in the pregnancy the family was told there was a pretty big chance she won’t be able to live very long once she’s out of her Mommy’s belly. I’ve been watching, waiting,…
In Waiting
By Stephanie I’ve been writing about my birth stories this week, in anticipation for my next baby to arrive. And up until several hours ago I would have said that I think I’ve still got some time- maybe a couple more weeks at least. But last night it started to feel like this baby has…