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In case you haven’t noticed, the holiday season is totally upon us. Can’t you just smell it when you walk outside?! Yippee! And as if the holiday season didn’t already come with hundreds of sugary, fattening vices, I’ve had a new one overcome me: caramel apples—oooohhhhh…While Becky was here, we did our best to imitate […]

I just finished watching Rudy. Man. I hate to say it, but watching Rudy elicits the same emotions in me as sitting through a really good testimony meeting. You know what I mean? My heart gets caught up in my throat and I’m flooded with memories and self evaluation and lessons learned throughout my life.

I just finished watching Rudy. Man. I hate to say it, but watching Rudy elicits the same emotions in me as sitting through a really good testimony meeting. You know what I mean? My heart gets caught up in my throat and I’m flooded with memories and self evaluation and lessons learned throughout my life.

I am witnessing a miracle. It is now 8:45 a.m. and all three of my kids are still asleep. Shhhhhhh….

I am witnessing a miracle. It is now 8:45 a.m. and all three of my kids are still asleep. Shhhhhhh….

On Saturday, I enjoyed a much needed date. No, not with Brian (we went out on Friday). With Camp. I know I’ve said it before, but I’ve got to say it again. Taking my kids out one-on-one does so much for our relationship. I really do see them through clearer, better eyes. Camp chose to

My boy is in kindergarten. Crazy. Yesterday I went with him for orientation and I found myself talking funny because my heart was in my throat–not because I am sad to be sending him away for three hours every day, but because I am super excited for him and just to see him gaining independence.

My boy is in kindergarten. Crazy. Yesterday I went with him for orientation and I found myself talking funny because my heart was in my throat–not because I am sad to be sending him away for three hours every day, but because I am super excited for him and just to see him gaining independence.

I’ll be the first to admit that I’m a little white trash. My kids are often dirty with messy hair in public (heck, I am dirty with messy hair in public all the time) we don’t care about germs, we love to make poop jokes, etc. But, man! Have any of you been to a

I’ll be the first to admit that I’m a little white trash. My kids are often dirty with messy hair in public (heck, I am dirty with messy hair in public all the time) we don’t care about germs, we love to make poop jokes, etc. But, man! Have any of you been to a