And in the blink of an eye here we are, celebrating wedding anniversary #13 today! It's hard to think back to "the people we once were" and realize how far we've come.THEN:Worried about spilling wax on my dress after blowing out the unity candle.Couldn't remember any of the newly learned Catholic prayers.Wondering what it would be like to have freedom as a newly married couple all on our own.Thinking I had parenthood all figured out.Frustrated that I didn't eat darn ...

Last weekend, we had a blast at the ballpark. I'm a fan of the diamond, but especially a fan when my 6-month pregnant self is watching it in air conditioning. We were invited to enjoy the game at the Dell Diamond in one of the suites and it was, well...sweet Will and one of his buddies from school Just after nap, I noticed my usually bouncing-off-the-walls #2 son was not, in fact, bouncing off the walls. After a hand to ...

It's all fun and games until somebody gets stitches.Yes, during the family outing to Mel's (which is a super fun bowling alley, by the way), we only made it through a bowling game before crazy waltzed right back into the family.Something about two brothers, racing to put up bowling balls, smacking into each other and John Paul's chin hit the bowling ball. Smack. Yowza, that's a lot of blood. Scott was right behind them and saw it happen in slo ...

If you've ever wondered what a 2-year-old that loves spaghetti looks like...wonder no more.

Anybody out there have one of these? I did not realize when the OB yelled out "It's a girl" just how drama-filled life could be. Mom/Dad, surely I was not this sassy?The following scenarios:Missing flip flop. Wrong cup for her juice. Misplaced baby/blanket/toy. Seatbelt not buckled. Wrong item cooked for lunch. Not enough blueberries or too many. Blueberry smeared on shirt. And on and on...Induce the following results:Tears.Screaming."I don't like you Momma".More screaming.Yelling.Writhing on the floor.More tears.Seriously?I've questioned, particularly in ...

I trust that this conversation will be one shared with Will over and over again, as he gets older. Sometimes, you're just driving along and your kids ask you a question, completely out of the blue...which leads to some pretty though-provoking discussion. Below is a conversation I had with our oldest, most astute, sibling and why we don't eat at Hooters. Here goes...W: Mom, why don't we eat at Hooters?K: Well... (as I quickly scan through my brain's rolodex of ...