Category Archives: I confess
Teething
Ethan is teething. He appears to be working on the top four. All at the same time. For weeks now. Will you hate me if I tell you that I’ve never really had to deal with teething before? You know … Continue reading
It’s official.
I’m a houseplant killer. I know it’s hard to believe that someone who has managed to keep five kids and a husband alive for this long could kill any and all houseplants, but it’s true. In fact, I’m so good … Continue reading
So, I guess this is me complaining?
I don’t know if it’s the 105 degrees or the 40 weeks, 4 days but I don’t even recognize my feet anymore. I can barely walk, which is what is really making life difficult right now. Although I am trying … Continue reading
Filed under I confess, She's having a baby
You wanna hear something stupid?
1. We were at Target a week or so ago walking past the birthday supplies. Usually, I’m at the store on their birthday buying birthday cups and napkins, so I thought, “hey, I should just buy them now”. Especially since … Continue reading
To each his throne
I’m not keen on the whole-every-girl-is-a-princess phenomenon. It conjures up images of spoiled brats, with an entitlement mentality, fluffy pink dresses, and gaudy jewels. But that’s just me. Mr. French, knowing how I felt about it, loved to bring it … Continue reading
Filed under Girls are not boys, I confess, Mr. French
Shall we talk about how much bigger one gets with the 5th pregnancy compared to the 1st?
Or, would that be annoying since it’s not really true for me? Yeah, let’s forget I mentioned it. It’s boring anyway. Let’s talk about how dirty my mirror is, instead. I would tell you that I clean it every week … Continue reading
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Motherhood: Joy with a side of guilt
(From the draft archives, back in August) Felicity said her first sentence the other day. I think it’s safe to say all of our children are “late talkers”. So, this is the first time that she’s put two words together … Continue reading
Filed under Girls are not boys, I confess, Mr. French
The History of Black Friday…according to me (part three)
(I had no idea this would be three parts when I started.) So the infamous Black Friday shopping trip was never supposed to be. I think we were both completely certain that there was nothing that any store could offer … Continue reading
The History of Black Friday…according to me (part two)
Next time, came two years later. We were living in Texas and a five-minute walk from a Super-open 24-hours-Wal-mart. And our computer had just been shot by lightening. And I was home alone all day with three boys, ages 4 … Continue reading
