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Okay, so I shamelessly stole the name of this post from a book I read in college. It’s a book about friendship. Since Cate invited JB and I to write with her on her blog I have told you stories of my children, my husband, my never ending frustration with trying . . . → Read More: A Good Plenty  Everybody has growing pains at some point and time in their life. My oldest used to get them so bad in his legs he would cry. I had pains in my feet in my early 30′s – I thought from wearing heels every day to work but, sadly, my feet grew a . . . → Read More: Growing Pains In the back bedroom of our house, at the darkest part of night, whether the moon was full or not, they would come. In their black hats and black dresses and big, high heeled, black lace up boots, they would come. With their brooms in one hand and their bony fingers of . . . → Read More: Ticka, Ticka, Ticka Another Hopper story: It has been raining here in Arkansas, a lot. As it has around the rest of the country. Our backyard floods and every year it is getting worse. The water comes right up to our house and is a couple inches deep. We have called the city and spoken . . . → Read More: FEMA Needs a New Name This past week I was forced to go back to being 13. Why you ask? Because, my 14 year old son has gotten, very suddenly, interested in skating. By the time I was in eighth grade really the only time I would do anything physical was if there was a cute boy involved. . . . → Read More: 2 Skates, 2 Girls, 2 Hugs Aw, the wonderful art of kite flying. We learned it young, my sibs and I. Every March we got kites to fly. Mom said that was the windiest and best time to fly them. Such a roller coaster of emotion when you are little. Throwing it up into the air, hoping with . . . → Read More: Flying Kites
I am sure everyone has seen in the news lately and all over the major talk shows the story about the 18 month old twin boys who seem to have a “secret twin language”. They are absolutely adorable as they are babbling back and forth to one another and though they aren’t . . . → Read More: Secret Language
My eldest son, B, is 17 years old. When he was born I thought he was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen. No, seriously, I am not just saying that because I am his mom. He was gorgeous! As he grew into a toddler and preschooler it was apparent . . . → Read More: Teenage-ese. I don’t speak it. Or write it. Or understand it. Happy Friday everyone! Today I am doing something a bit different. Real Life With Kids was asked to review a new children’s book and I was lucky enough to get the honor. Thanks for stopping by. Enjoy! Image from Amazon.com
Did you love watching Kristi Yamaguchi skate, oh, so . . . → Read More: Dream Big, Little Pig! |
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