School started one week ago today. For ten whole years I’ve had at least one small person in my care for most of the week. So, this is strange and uncharted territory as I enter into a new season of parenting school-age kids. Of course, this picture had to pop up on Facebook this morning to remind…
If the summer has taught me anything about my parenting, it’s that I’ve got a lot of room for improvement. In May I would have told you that I was doing alright. But, here in August I’m realizing my patience is thinner than I thought, my temper hotter than I imagined, and my overall stamina…
As we were driving down the interstate yesterday, the Preschooler asked this pressing question: “Is God allergic to anything?” You know what? At this point in the summer when the days are long and the heat index is reaching the triple digits by noon, I’m not really on my A-game with fielding questions of this sort….
Last weekend we took a quick day trip to “See Rock City” as painted barns all over the state have long encouraged passersby to do. We were expecting it to be a cheesy tourist destination, but it’s surprisingly scenic and not a bad way to spend an afternoon Rock City is in Lookout Mountain, Georgia, just south…