Month: January 2015 (page 1 of 2)

They said we were going to get some snow.

I had grand plans of taking a photo of the same spot every hour to document the snowfall. I was going to make a time-lapse video or something! But the snow mostly fell overnight. So I have yesterday:

Yesterday, around noon

And today:

About 24 hours later

Also a cat picture I took, like, two weeks ago.

Sleeping Kitty

Sometimes the wold looks better through egg carton goggles.

Egg carton goggles

(We made these on Thursday from a paper egg carton. All our goggles started to rip a bit in the center, so I reinforced them with a brad fastener. If you’re in need of a pair yourself, I think a foam egg carton might make sturdier goggles.)

The Don’t Go Game

I love my children. I loved them at first sight of those two little pink lines. And when they were born, I didn’t think I could possibly love them more. But I do. My love for them grows right along with them. The bigger they get, the more history we have, the deeper our relationship becomes. But all the while, physically, they’re moving away. They’ve gone from my womb to my breast, from my arms to my side, and as time moves on, from my home out into the world. I’ve known this is how it goes from the start, but I’ve never understood it like I do now, as Jack – my last baby – slips off my lap to run off and away. So I hold on.

“Oh! Oh, no! Where are you going?”

He gently pulls away and his arm slips slowly from my grasp.

“Jack! Jack!! Don’t go!” I plead.

He steps away and tosses a coy, over-the-shoulder glance my way.


He smiles slyly.

“Don’t go!”

And he pads away.

I am dejected, despondent, and forlorn.

He peeks from around the corner and is delighted.

“Oh, he’s gone!” I sob.

Suddenly, he bursts back into the room and runs at me with arms open. “Mama!” he sings.

I am jubilant! I scoop him up and hug him tight. “You’re back! Oh, you’re back! I’m so happy you’re back!”

He hugs me back. Then he giggles and begins to pull away and we do it all again. And again. Sometimes again and again. It’s good for at least three extra hugs.

Jack is my last baby. I’m taking all I can get.

Yes, we pretty much wear our pajamas all the time.

Jack isn’t feeling well. He’s got a sore throat and a cough.

Jack has a sore throat and cough

At first glance, this picture doesn’t appear to demonstrate that. However, you should consider that this was happening next to him.

Painting her feet

Painting her hands

Painting "creeping steps"


Jump painting!

And he didn’t want to participate.

But watching this kid –

Painted feet

– sure made him feel better.

Snack time? Play time?

Apple Peanut Butter Smile



Kelly Clarkson says everybody’s got a dark side. (Well, actually, she sings it.)

I was spreading the quilt over the bed when Phoebe noticed dust dancing in the early morning sunlight coming through the window.

*Cue “Morning Has Broken” by Cat Stevens*

“Look at that,” she gasped, watching with wonder as she passed her hand through it.

“Shoo! Shoo!” Jackson giggled, waving his hands wildly at the particles.

I smiled at them, remembering the joy both Lucy and Julia experienced when they first discovered the “fairies.”

“I know what these are, Mom,” she said solemnly.

“You do?”

“They’re the dust people.”

“The dust people,” I repeated.

“They take you through the portal to the place where you’re dead.”

*record scratch*

On Being a Fourth Child

There isn’t a bit of clothing on him that didn’t belong to someone else first – from his thrift store coat to his sister’s old pink boots.

Jack in the snow

He doesn’t seem to mind at all. (For now.)

These are things that feel good.

School was closed yesterday and again today, and Dave has been off work to enjoy it with us.

I made pancake men for a late and leisurely breakfast.

Lucy and her Pancake Man

We did the melty crayon craft and hung our artwork in the front living room window.


On display

Our plans for today include a jigsaw puzzle.

Dave is another year older, officially.

He told me he’s getting too old to wear baseball caps. But he’s not too old for a baseball birthday cake!

(Side question: When are you too old for a baseball birthday cake? Answer: Never.)

Dave's birthday cupcakes

Okay, technically it is not a baseball cake. Rather, it is a baseball cupcake configuration. It’s a ball in a glove, so saith Pinterest.

Dave may be feeling old, but he doesn’t seem like it to me. Our home is at its liveliest when he’s around. He’s always up for a game or wrestling with the kids. We laugh so much. He’s fun. He makes me feel young.

Dave and the kids on his 42nd birthday

He’s made a simple life feel like an adventure. I can’t wait to see what’s next.

Snow Day Rules

1. Sleep in.

Jack and Julia

2. Stay in your pajamas.


3. Play in the snow.

Snow day!

(Under their snow clothes, they are still wearing pajamas.)

Snow Angel

4. Do whatever else you want, in your pajamas, of course.

Proud can stacker

Older posts

© 2018 My Mommy's Place

Theme by Anders NorenUp ↑