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Category Archives: The Big Girl
I quickly pour pancake batter on the griddle. Making a huge batch of pancakes to freeze for future breakfasts is the fourth item (out of twenty-five million) I have on my to do list. As they cook, I step over … Continue reading
One night, when Trinity was four, she woke up unable to talk and barely able to breath. At the end of my life, when I review all my parenting moments, that will go down as one of the scariest. We … Continue reading
We set the trampoline up last week. The children rejoiced heartily, while I, despite my outward signs of acquiescence, began my internal freak-out. In my head, I know that with rules and supervision, the trampoline is a relatively safe contraption. … Continue reading
My oldest girl had herself a birthday. Trinity is, officially, two whole handfuls. She’s now ten years old. I am not sure exactly how that happened because just yesterday she was this size: and this week she’s suddenly old enough … Continue reading
We’re driving home in the dark. The long day has worn out the children, making them unusually quiet in the back seat. I’m singing under my breath to the radio and tapping my fingers on the steering wheel while we … Continue reading
This week, my oldest daughter received a Nook tablet from her grandmother. A greatly anticipated, much longed-for Nook tablet. Here was the problem: With my technological skills being what they are, I had only enough knowledge to fully charge … Continue reading
Sometimes you just get tired of hurting, tired of complaining, and tired of being tired. Fortunately for me, I found a few minutes this weekend to stand on my back porch and forget about my own problems. Instead, I concentrated … Continue reading
I am herding my children towards the mini-van. This is my short-term goal: mini-van, buckled seat belts, then home to bed. However, either this is the world’s largest parking lot, or else we are moving at a snail’s pace. <sigh.> … Continue reading
For the past ten days we have been dealing with some sort of plague around our house. Our youngest child escaped mostly unharmed aside from an ear infection, but the oldest two children have spent the better part of a … Continue reading