Some time ago I took all four kids by myself to Chick-Fil-A. It was, as expected, a mess. They ran back and forth from the table to the
This face is how I see you. The huge eyes, full of wonder and a whole lot of mischief. There is a freshness to you, an innocence. Your life has
When you see a mom struggling with her kids in public, it is so hard to know what to do. After all, we aren't all the same. Some people would rather
No matter when you are reading this post, chances are the internet has had something to say this week about children in restaurants. Whether that is a
Am I the only one? This is the question we have in the late hours and the lonely hours and the witching hours before dinner. We question
I have a shelf in my bedroom collecting injured stuffed animals. Robbie's childhood Dr. Who, a pillow-pet shaped owl, leaks stuffing from a torn seam.