Destined For Trouble

You’ve heard the saying, “Silence is golden, unless you have toddlers, then silence is suspicious.” I was reminded earlier today just how true that statement can be. Both girls were putting their babies down for a nap in the guest rooms downstairs and since it was too cold to be outside, the toddlers and I …

Spit It Out 

Ezra is a spitter like his daddy before him. He eats and he’s happy, he spits up and he’s still happy. His mama tries everything to prevent it. She burps him, props him, holds him upright, lets him lie down and still he spits up. He will grow out of it soon but not soon …

Privileged 

“Are you full yet?” I asked. “Not yet,” Thomas grinned. I hugged him tighter and asked, “How about now? Are you full up to your elbows? Your shoulders? Your ears?” I teased in succession, finally tilting his head to peek inside each ear.  Teaching Thomas and Amelia passages like 1 John 4:19, “We love because …

Why Timothy?

What do you do when your third grandchild doesn’t settle to the same bedtime songs as his older brother and cousin? You reframe Jesus Loves Me, Jesus Loves The Little Children, and This Little Light of Mine to the tune of Hey Diddle Diddle. There are several soft crinkly baby books in my Lolly Bus …

Same But Different 

Four grandchildren, similar in so many ways, bear traces of genetic code passed through familial lines from our forebears beyond the five generations for which I can account. I am so much Myrtle passed through David to me, but I am also Ansel through Joyce. The lines expand each time a marriage happens and the …

More Than Words

“Good night, God bless you, sweet dreams, and I love you.” Thomas repeats to his baby brother, Timothy. I heard these words nightly as a child. I spoke them to my children and now to their children. My son says them to his daughter and my daughter to her sons. They offer a daily reminder …

God’s Obedient Child

“No!” he intoned, and stomped his little foot. Today he did not want to change out of his pajamas. Yesterday he didn’t want to use the potty. The day before, he wanted dessert but he wouldn’t even taste his dinner. Why is this one syllable so easy to learn to use? Why not, “yes, Mom! …

Saving Siri

“Mumble-mumble-mumble wock,” mimicked Thomas, copycatting Amelia yet again. He thinks it’s funny to repeat what he thinks he hears. Younger by almost a year, she speaks very well but he’s made a game of echoing her baby talk and she picks up the phrase and they repeat it over and over laughing all the while. …