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The Posture Of Shame
Nolan is at the age where he wants to do everything by himself. He’ll be three in a month, so his independence is understandable. He’s up for almost anything. Except that big-boy step of potty training. He doesn’t have any desire to do that himself. He tries, but he’s not all in on practicing. Nolan…
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The Wall Of Wonder
Last Christmas when our whole family was together–all 31 of us–John and I were gifted by our kids with family portraits. They turned out so much better than I’d anticipated–taking that many child portraits can be exhausting. Eleven months later, we finally put up a collage of our grands. All seventeen of them. We evened…
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The Game Is Murder
I’ve never understood the “patience of a saint” comment made to people who endure difficult circumstances. Patience is required of all of us most days, and some are better at it than others. Watching my thirteen-year-old granddaughter play with her younger cousins, however, had me reassessing my thinking. We were having a birthday brunch for…
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The Together Tether
One of the side benefits of watching Beck in Colorado is the chance to walk their dog, Wallace Waffles Wickberg, better known as Wally. We used to have a dog–Pudgy lasted sixteen years with our more than over-the-top family love. And once he passed, John made it clear there would be no more dogs. I…
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It’s All About The Party
Being put in charge of an almost five-year-old and his social schedule can be daunting. Especially if you’ve not spent time around the city where he lives with his family. We have the wonderful privilege of watching Beck for about five days while his parents take a long-overdue space of time for themselves. He’s by…
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