My most and least favorite hashtag of this year is #izzygoestocollege. My girl is in her senior year, and while I feel as sense of accomplishment that she’s grown into an incredibly cool kid, I can’t help feeling that I worked really hard on this kid!! Now she’s just going to take all that learnin and leave me? With four more who haven’t arrived yet!!? Gah. Rude vicious cycles. Well I plan to soak her up and pour into her every single second she’s around. Let’s see. She’s almost 18. And it’s April. Carry the one, and five. That gives…
::flasback segment:: Layla Grace-6 monthishEli-18months-ishIsabelle-4 ishMe-the day I turned grey It’s a day like any other. We have errands to run. One including the grocery store. We stroll into Albertson’s, oh so unsuspecting. I have Eli and Layla squeeezed into the front seat normally meant for one. They are rigged, two legs in one hole and a baby blanket wedged to one side. Isabelle is walking.I have my calculator, my list, and we are all set with goodies from the cold drink aisle. I do the usual patrolling.“Don’t take that off the shelf.”“Don’t lick the cart.”Stuff like that.About an hour…
I’ve heard a lot of women say their girls just stopped talking to them once they got to a certain age. I am sorry to say I have been this girl to her mamma. None of this is actually God’s plan for a mother and her child. I started researching parenting the minute I had my first kid. Before really. I read every book and took every class I could possibly get ahold of because I was placed on bed rest with that first little turkey, and she kept insisting on making an early appearance. As it turns out, in…