Month: February 2015

TLC from Ben-Ben


Sweetest moment. Just before he picked the heck out of the tiny scab that he found on my face.



Our family went to the junior high youth group’s winter retreat. Steve was driving in the car with our friend Joe, his five-year-old son, and a carload of teenage boys who were all very into Marvel Comics and characters. This is what happened next…


Hearing from Jesus…?

Jesus in my heart

I am pretty sure that Jesus does indeed like cheese and cats and sandwiches, and it’s indeed true that Jesus loves Matthew. So we’ll just leave it at that.


Reading with Ben

Reading with Ben

Every. Single. Time. Ben is a serious chatterbox when he’s reading a book. I’m thinking he might be an external processor.


Chef mom disappoints yet again


Things the boys do not like in Skillet Penne and Sausage Pasta (which is one of MY personal favorites):

  • Steven: onions, sun-dried tomatoes, spinach, fennel seeds in the sausage
  • Matthew: onions, sun-dried tomatoes
  • Benjamin: sun-dried tomatoes, sausage

I had seconds.


At bedtime



We were getting the boys ready for bed when Steven suddenly scampered to the kitchen and started scrounging in the cupboards for something to eat. This is what happened next.

For the record: We had rice, maple-soy-glazed salmon, and homemade cream cheese wontons. Steven ate one wonton, picked at the edges of his rice, and had a small bite of salmon.


He’s got me.


This is a repost. Because it’s just that kind of a week.

Because this morning was spent trying to bring a baby chick back from the dead (she’s not out of the woods yet; follow me on Instagram for updates) and helping a friend to de-louse her house, while being aware of my Friday work deadline and other past-due tasks.

Because of ISIS. And hurting teenagers. And hurting adults. And racism. And so many brave and beautiful people, bent over to the point of breaking.

My wise friend Bronwyn had a realization that she shared over a text. I don’t think she would mind if I shared it with you:

I’ve been stressed and trying to take courage, saying, “I’ve got this. I’ve got God.” But He says, “No, I’VE GOT THIS. And I’ve got you.”

Finally, this says it best:

But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair;  persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. (2 Corinthians 4:8-9, NIV)


Concerned friend


We were at our friends’ house when Matthew found a light and was shining it into Benjamin’s eyes. Steve saw this unfold.


More Sharing Can Tears

More Sharing Can Tears

Usually Sharing Can Tears occur after the sharing can, when the next name is drawn. But sometimes tears happen during the Sharing Can event.


Sharing Can Tears

Sharing Can Tears

Taking home the sharing can is a Big Deal to those of preschool age. At Matthew’s preschool, the teachers have a can with popsicle sticks. Each popsicle stick has the name of a student. After the sharing can has been shared, the teacher picks a popsicle stick with the name of a student who will be the next person to take the sharing can home. It’s at this point that many children break down in disappointed tears that they were not the one chosen.