Pick Me!

Caleb and I have a little ritual. The Pick Me ritual. When he climbs into my lap for a cuddle, when we’re dancing around the living room in crazy circles or playing at the park, when I tuck him into bed for the night, sometimes I’m just overwhelmed by waves of mushy mommy [...]

Fighting Fair

Our first married fight had all the usual elements of a tantrum: tears, yelling, overly dramatic accusations of fatal character flaws, and two people completely and irrevocably convinced of the moral superiority of their own positions.
We hadn’t been home from our honeymoon very long, and we were only beginning to learn what it meant [...]

Dirty House Friends

“Company’s coming!”
As a child, I knew what that meant. My mom would put us to work picking up clutter, vacuuming the carpet, and cleaning the kitchen, while she ran to the pantry to survey our stores and choose ingredients for a meal worthy of visiting dignitaries. The house took on a shine that [...]

Blurgglpplarfff!

I hate that noise. That juicy, splurching, glorpish noise that makes you sit bolt upright in the middle of the night suddenly certain that one of your kids has just coated his bed, his pillow, his pajamas, and his poor, poor Tigger with the remains of his dinner. That noise informs you [...]

Moved!

Isn’t it annoying when someone you know picks up and moves without your permission, forcing you to dig through drawers and cabinets all over the house to locate the ancient address book you’ve had since the seventh grade, the purple one with the frolicking kittens on the front and the words “Purr-fect Pals” scrawled across [...]

The Care & Keeping of You

In the wake of our recent frank discussions about puberty and sex, I thought it was a good time to back up Katie’s accumulating store of knowledge with the written word. I found this book some time ago on Amazon and bookmarked it so I would remember it when the time came:

It’s a [...]

Judy

“A smile is the light in the window of your face that tells people you’re at home.” ~AnonymousHer name is Judy, and she’s definitely at home. I met her that first day as I have met her many days since, across the counter at the Chevron station, where she handed me my receipt and woke [...]