Setting: A brisk day in Georgia. The sky is a steely gray. We’re driving along on our way to run some boring errands when we find ourselves stuck behind a big, crawling truck. Preschooler: This truck in really slowing us down. Me: Good observation, Madeline, good observation. I don’t mean to sound facetious. Really IRead the whole post >>

Oh, the woes of a preschooler. Last night after her gaba and Ivy (Gaba and Papa’s yellow Lab) left to return home, Madeline started crying. “Mommy, I’m going to be so lonesome without Ivy and Gaba. Oh dear. Oh dear. It’s so lonely without Ivy.” Cough, cough. Sob, sob. Sniffle, sniffle. Big sob. “And myRead the whole post >>

The other day I found myself hovering over the toilet bowl for the third time in an hour. I threw up and sighed. Then a little hand gently patted my arm. “You sick again, Mommy?” my preschooler asked. “Yes. I’ll be okay.” She nodded, her hand still on my arm. “Don’t worry, Mommy,” she said.Read the whole post >>

Big Sister: Because I love Baby Rae so much I’m going to give her all my mushrooms and rice. The same mushrooms and rice Big Sister looked at with disgust only minutes earlier.