I didn’t have a grandpa nearby while growing up. I had my great-Uncle Don. My own grandparents had either already passed away or were living in another state, so when it came time for Grandparents Day at my elementary school, or ordering Friday night pizza for all of us, or listening to the Reds games over the radio while reading the paper, or doing all those things that grandpas do … that was my Uncle Don. Continue reading
Today marks our 16th wedding anniversary. I say it every year, how it doesn’t seem possible that so much time has passed since that remarkable spring day, but that’s a truth that will never change, even if we do over the years.
Listen here, kiddos! This “usie” was taken with a REAL camera, turned around, and Martin had to fly alllll the way back to Germany and pay nearly 30 Deutsche Marks to develop his rolls of film several weeks later to see if it turned out okay. Continue reading
I’ve been working late nearly every night for the last two weeks, getting home just before bedtime, so the kids tried to pull together a surprise Valentine’s Day breakfast for me, not realizing I had an early meeting, too.
His siblings didn’t want the baby to get left out, so they built him a moving box spaceship, too. That dashboard is the best.
I got to sit in on Jaz’s piano lesson this evening. The three older kids all take music lessons in the same music school. This was the first time I was able to attend one of his classes, and meet his piano teacher.
She was so patient and kind with him. He was initially interested in the drum set in the room, and she went with it, explaining to him percussion and its role in music. Once they were He was so focused and eager to show her what he practiced. Continue reading
Getting my heavy-sleeper son to use his inhaler when his asthma flares up is impossible, so last night, I carried him into our room to use the nebulizer after he resisted my attempts to wake up and administer his puffs.
I propped him in my spot on the bed, got the nebulizer set up, turned it on, and watched the mist appear around his nose to ease his breathing. Once that started going, I went to get a glass of water, and returned to this.
My husband and son, holding hands, resting contently while the nebulizer hummed. Completely peaceful and serene. Continue reading
Does this one look ready for bedtime to you?
All he wants to do is babble and talk. And I’m such a sucker for good conversation, so I took him to Martin, who was sorting socks. From what I could hear, the baby babbled for a bit, but he was zonked O-U-T within 15 minutes. Sorting socks will do that to you!
Martin and I were coming up with ways to describe Junior and his personality so far, and Martin asked, “Were our other babies this happy?”
Of course, our older babies were happy babies. But I knew what he meant by his question. Continue reading
This man is a machine. The past week has been intense. Driving here and there. Cleaning. Carrying boxes. Moving furniture. Painting. Repairing. Handling all the finances and endless paperwork. Digging out clothes and shoes and whatever else the rest of us need to get thru our day. Continue reading