A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
I guess you could say we are still celebrating around here. I saw my sister and brother in law, Kristy and Timothy, this afternoon for the last time in a good while. They are heading off to visit more relatives soon and then off to their little home in…
A dear soul whose name is Corlene
Is master of art left unseen
Heaven’s gallery’s hold
Every brush stroke so bold
Yet in this life the canvas is clean
On Sunday Corlene Schulz will have a birthday. The only reason I remember it each year is becau…
It’s almost 6:30 and all through the housenot a creature is stirring, not even my spouse.The tree is unlit and the kitchen is stillin a quiet that soon all the cousins will fillThe gifts are all wrapped and the pantry is packed,the turkey is th…
It is Limerick Friday again and in honor of the fast approaching holiday I give you Young Elliott’s Woes.
Hear the tale of young Elliott Hocking
Who remembers a Christmas quite shocking
His sins were laid bare
By the gifts that weren’t there
And t…
Ivan: Mommy said Santa’s on his way.
Owen: Well that’s just a song…he’s not really on his way.
I wrote a couple posts ago about parenting being tough and it is. Ivan is the sweetest, dearest little fellow but he is difficult to direct. He’s like a really comfortable car with no power steering. He has been in the throws of heavy potty training s…
It’s been a while since I’ve participated in Limerick Friday. Distractions, distractions.
This one is inspired by one of my favorite Shel Silverstein poems.
A wavy haired boy named Ned
felt that some of his locks should be shed
He shaved his hea…
It seems that all of December is just a few weeks of getting ready for one day. It’s just one day but it’s such an awesome day. I want to make it as perfect as the culmination of my best memories. It won’t be. It will be a day full of the same pit-fa…
I just dropped Owen off at school. They are loading the bus this moment to take my son and the rest of the class on a field trip. I wanted to go so bad. I don’t think I’ve ever been jealous of another mother until this morning as I watched them hangin…
This morning I made oatmeal for the boy’s breakfast. As I was spooning it into bowls and dropping a spoonful of honey over each one, Owen announced that he didn’t want his stirred up. I decided that I would allow him to eat his oatmeal un-stirred, I po…