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There are a lot of kids up in here, a lot of noise, and a lot of life. It's raw and real, and often sticky.
But I wouldn't trade it. (Except maybe the sticky part.)
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Testing, 1…2…3…

Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning;Red sky at night, sailors’ delight. It’s handy to be able to tell the weather by the horizon at dawn.  But I woke up to a pink sky on Wednesday morning.  “What does that mean?” I wondered.  Is pink half-warning?  Is there going to be a half-storm today?  Is this metaphorical?  Am I thinking too much before my first cup of coffee? That was likely, so I remedied it, pouring a steaming mug and turning on auto pilot to get the morning going amidst the hubbub that is life with five boys under seven (and a husband.)  But it was an antsy kind of day, nonetheless. I spent the day waiting impatiently for a neurosurgeon to call.  Don’t you just hate that ki

The Chicken or the Egg

No, I’m not expecting another child again so soon; I wrote this post last year on my first blog.  But various parts of this tend to come up in conversation.  A lot.  It was true in the days of pregnancy; it’s even more poignant now that baby number 5 is a couple months old.  I thought I’d share it again. This is where it was posted originally, back in January.  http://teenagemutantninjatoddlers.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-chicken-or-egg.html The Chicken or the Egg Yes.  I am pregnant. It happens. Regularly, it seems. (Though actually I had nearly five months when I was neither pregnant nor nursing this time.  Previous record was about two months, and I had an early miscarriage in the middle of

Ben and the Carrots of Many Colors

“It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood…” I hummed the  familiar jingle from Mister Rogers’ old t.v. introduction. Outside, the rain and wind hurried colorful leaves to the ground.  The overcast morning caused several children to sleep in.  I took the brief extra moments to plan chores and cooking.  Rainy Autumn days just beg for soup to be simmering. I dove into the day.  Make food, discipline boys, change diapers, homeschool, discipline, clean up, color, make food, change diapers, yell, laugh, whisper, do laundry, clean bathrooms, read books, homeschool, clean up, discipline, clean up, nap time, read books, discipline, clean up, make food, discipline, discipline, clean up… We made it to


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