I love the little misinterpretations that Daniel makes at age three. The funny thing is, though, I can usually understand and appreciate his logic. Continue reading
(This is a true story that happened yesterday. I typed it just moments afterward.) Continue reading
Matt Wheeler and Memorial Day
That’s all it said.
I’m not one to open mass emails, but I clicked it. It was an email from Robert, my father-in-law, and he sent it to the whole church.
That’s odd, I thought. Robert isn’t one to send unscheduled emails. And this one, he sent to thousands of people.
My eyes skimmed the screen.
We have eaten this for almost every Saturday-morning breakfast since we have been married. I used to make it, but now Chris loves it so much, it has become his specialty. He and the boys often make it for dinner if I am out of the house. More power to ya, babe! Continue reading
As I lowered my foot onto the running board of the truck, I noticed a 3.5-foot blond waiting below with his hand outstretched toward mine.
Can I give you a hand, Mommy?” he politely asked.
I looked at his father; that’s where he learned it.
I watch that same boy dart around the house in a Batman cape, fighting imaginary criminals and telling them to “Stay away from my mommy!” Where did he learn to protect? That’s from his dad, too.
He bear hugs his little brother and says, Continue reading
It starts with a “P” and ends with an “atience.” And it seems that lately, mine has had an inverse relationship with my growing belly.
It all started with some scrambled eggs. Twenty-pound David ate three. Forty-seven pound Daniel Continue reading