Record Cold, a Dead Heater and a Miracle I Didn’t See
"The worst ice storm in years!" "The coldest weather DFW has ever seen this time of year!" "Icemageddon!!" "Icepocalypse!" These are just some of the phrases floating around social media and local news over the past few days here in Dallas/Fort Worth. It has been the coldest, iciest weather I can remember in DFW. It started on Thursday with freezing rain and sleet, coming down in droves, for a solid day. And here we are, Monday morning, and about 2%
A Letter to All the New Moms, From a Recovering Perfectionist
Before I had children, I knew exactly what kind of parent I was going to be. After my first child, I just knew I was mother of the year. After my second child, I questioned whether or not I should give my children up to be raised by wolves - perhaps they would do better than I. After my second child, I questioned whether or not I should give my children up to be raised by wolves - perhaps they
Things My Kids Say: No. 011
Virgil: Daddy? Mommy? Addie? Are you driving me crazy? I'm pretty sure it's the other way around, son. Pretty sure...
Today’s Miracle: Accidental Orange Julius
"Eureka!" she exclaimed with glee. Every once in a while, I have a Holy Spirit moment in the kitchen. You know the kind - when all the ingredients just magically work out to a perfect blend of culinary divinity. It's a taste of heaven by shear happenstance. Tonight was one of those nights. I made a smoothie. (Hold on to your hats, I know.) But this was no ordinary smoothie. You see, I never make the same smoothie twice. I
Things My Kids Say: No. 010
Virgil: Daddy, I want to tinkle like a big boy! Like Mommy!
A Spiritual Smorgasbord and Its Various Impacts On an Otherwise Sane Person
I grew up in church. Ok, more specifically I grew up in a non-denominational Disciples of Christ church and an evangelical, charismatic Church of God private school. And then I went to a Baptist church. Ok so, more accurately, I grew up denominationally confused. The liturgical, dogmatic church where I grew up was in stark contrast to the charismatic, evangelical spirit-filled church where I went to school. Whereas on Sunday mornings I was wearing robes and lighting candles, on weekdays
Things My Kids Say: No. 009
Virgil: (After I put on my sunglasses) Mommy, you look simply adorable!
First Fruits
I love listening to past sermon series from my church. It's like finding an old journal and reminiscing on things you forgot you knew, forgot you loved, forgot you thought. My favorite place to listen to them is in the car, because when you're the mother of a toddler and an infant, the car is one of the few places where you can actually focus on something for any length of time. I find myself looking for excuses to drive
Things My Kids Say: No. 008
Me: Good job, buddy! You put a pickle on the potty! (He calls poopoo "pickles.") Virgil: I did! It's a big, sliding pickle! Me: What's a sliding pickle? Virgil: Jake and the Neverland Pirates slide like a pickle! ...Perhaps I should pay more attention to Jake and the Neverland Pirates...
Things My Kids Say: No. 007
Virgil: Mommy, I have germs everywhere! Look!
Things My Kids Say: No. 006
Virgil: (After falling off the couch, through sobs he says) Somebody's tired! ...Think he hears that very often?
Things My Kids Say: No. 005
Virgil: (As I'm putting on my lipstick) Mommy, is that stripes on your face? ...thank you, son... thank you.