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by Lisa-Jo | May 31, 2010 | Family, Kids, MOB, Motherhood, Raising Boys
Your kids need a bath and it’s not even 9 am yet. One minute they’re kissing up to you and the next minute they’re terrorizing you. You turn your back on your make up bag for a second and discover this. Underpants are regularly re-purposed as super...
by Lisa-Jo | May 27, 2010 | Callings, Faith, Family, Motherhood
It’s sticky hot. Pants-stuck-to-the-backs-of-your-legs hot. But once a week during the lunch hour me and my crew load up into the car without air conditioning and drive windows down, crazy hair blowing, to share life with a group of friends. We come kids, diaper bags...
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by Lisa-Jo | May 24, 2010 | A thousand gifts, Faith, Family, Kids, Motherhood, South Africa, Travel
It’s hard to start a new week with a load of worry. I’ve been carrying quite a lot of it lately. It’s heavy and uncomfortable. It’s giving me bad posture – it has me looking down instead of up. I shrug my shoulders, try to bear up under it, shift the weight around...
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by Lisa-Jo | May 18, 2010 | Family, Kids, Motherhood, Raising Boys, Travel
We have these dreamy towels from Bed, Bath and Beyond. They’re the nicest ones we’ve ever owned. Big, fluffy bath sheets. I believe their official color is “linen.” We used them for exactly one year before they went into storage for the next nearly five. One year in...
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by Lisa-Jo | May 17, 2010 | A thousand gifts, Faith, Family, Kids, Motherhood, Sweetstuff
He traces my eyebrow with one chubby finger. “You make me so happy, mama,” he whispers. We are lying nose to nose on my pillow. It’s early. We’re the only two awake. Pete snores softly on the other side of the bed. For now, this is my Micah...
by Lisa-Jo | May 14, 2010 | Family, Motherhood, Sweetstuff
Third generation blue eyes. Wrinkles that laugh in lines down creased cheeks. My mom’s lopsided smile. Motherhood in every nook and cranny, where there never used to be a nook and cranny. The happy kind of tired. OK, your...
