Mommy, Concentrated

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Poop in the Water

Hubby and I decided to celebrate Brown Sugar’s birthday at an indoor water park. We were all having fun, floating around in the lazy river, when Think Tank’s shout brought all good things to an end. “Mom! I saw poop! There’s poop in the water!” My fellow germaphobe...

Ties That Bind

If this whole homeschooling mom thing doesn’t pan out, I think I’ll take up hostage negotiation. Or maybe I’ll use this on-the-job training to join the Special Forces or Navy Seals. Anything has got to be easier than raising girls. When Maven and the Lone Ranger were...

Within Reach

Within Reach In my house, English is definitely a second language (unless yelling counts). I talk with my touch—clasping Maven’s shoulder to bolster, encourage, or restrain; squeezing the Lone Ranger’s hand to emphasize a point; snuggling Brown Sugar to comfort,...

Seeing Red

Forget an Oscar Mayer wiener, I wish I was a red bell pepper. Hubby and I took a cooking class last week. I now know how to pronounce words like bruschetta (and that’s “broo-SKET-a,” like you’re angry) and that goat cheese is one of those yummy, salty surprises....

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