My husband and son are out of town for a soccer tournament, and my 10 year-old daughter and I are having a girls’ weekend while they’re away. We are celebrating our together time with bad pop music, potato chips, dinner at Tropical Smoothie, and Cajun French fries while we watch Cupcake Wars. My daughter and I are … Continue reading When the boys are away
“Oh my God, a lady’s slipper!” I pulled the camera out of my pack as I raced to the side of the road. I crouched down and snapped pictures as our nine year old son giggled. “I guess Mom likes lady slippers,” he said. I looked up and saw two more lady’s slippers, and then … Continue reading When nature is allowed to be nature
Our son walked in the front door, red cheeked and grinning, after soccer practice. His blue gym bag was slung over his shoulder, and he still wore his shin guards and cleats. “Hey Mom, you know those fart cards your friend gave you?” My local writing buddy, after reading my Lost Balls post, and about … Continue reading The Swart
Yesterday was our eight year old son’s special day*, where he got to pick a meal and a family activity for the day. Knowing his tendency towards lounging all day in PJs, I bribed him. I told him, “If you pick an active family activity, like, I dunno, hiking Dragon’s Tooth, I’ll make cinnamon rolls … Continue reading Boy declares Dragon’s Tooth “Best Hike Ever.” Mom agrees.