Bearing the restraints

After injuring my ankle, I have gone through an assortment of emotions. The leading one being frustration. I'm no stranger to ankle sprains, I have easily had over 10 bad sprains on this ankle along with ligament reconstruction of this same ankle. Like never before, I'm a Mother on the side lines watching my world go around me with my control. That is the core issue-control. I was in so much control over this life that I grew accustomed to what I was able to influence, coordinate, delegate, and participate. So I have had to hand over this power to my family....more

Spilled Milk, Broken Vases… continues “The Sting of a Child’s Memory”

Making memories is a curious thing; it is taking notes—a composition and accumulation of life segments arranged in pieces, later finished like a puzzle. A small child’s memories, though often faded and obscure, will linger-on. A mother’s smiling face as she offers a tender hug and smothering of kisses, little pats on the head with words of praise and encouragement, and good times: frivolous, silly moments with unrestrained laughter from a truth-or-dare game, playing hide-and-seek or tag with a sibling—running at a fast pitter-patter while dodging the tagger....more

Emergency Plan = Plant Plan

As I think about all the crazy "spring" weather we've been having here in Michigan, I can't help but think about being prepared for things like power-outages, and other crazy weather-induced distasters. I'm a (noob) gardener, so emergency planning and plant planning are essentially, in my mind, the same thing....more

DIY Toys... Secret Mommy Moment on EMM

Kimberly... is the mother of two gorgeous boys and the wife of a wonderful man. She is fluent in cloth diapering, homemade baby food, baby wearing, natural parenting, having fun, getting messy, playing games, drinking coffee....more

Spilled Milk, Broken Vases… continues “A Recipe for Mirth in the Rain”

Though it was late and their Mamá and Papá were long-ago fast asleep, Dulcenia and her brothers, Mayo and little Fredo, couldn’t and wouldn’t give in to sleep. Because the sound of loud, continual thunder, beating rain, and thrashing winds, was tonight the opposite of a lullaby to their tender ears, not to mention irresistible to a child’s playful nature and wild imagination.   “Ah, stars above that tell time  Days of magic and allure...more

That Competitive Spirit

   Trust me when I say I'm about as competitive as they come. I would probably race you to the door just so I could be the first one there. But there is a time and a place for competition, and I've learned how to suppress my competitiveness---to an extent. I admit that I'm super excitable with my son's sports. But in my defense, who doesn't like winning!?!...more

The Alternative Ways to Entertain Your Baby/Child

 A Trip to the Ikea Ballpit...more

Spilled Milk, Broken Vases… continues “The Letter in the Hope Chest”

As I look out of my window, relishing the pouring rain, and listen to the loud, loud thunder, and watch the lightning race across the dark—ominous skies—I see the beauty, nonetheless, in spite of the terrifying awesomeness of just one of God’s perfect designs—an amazing dance performance of nature that truly thrills my heart. Winter is my choice of seasons; the added chilling winds threatening to knock down even the largest people, right on their fannies, when met with heavy, mighty gusts of winds, none stand a chance against it....more

Nobody here but us chickens

As my first week of forced singleness-due-to-Husband's-work comes to an end, I'm exhausted, I spent so much time trying to keep myself occupied, that now, with everyone asleep and only the sound of our hamster, Juice, starting his nightly wheel ritual, do I feel truly alone....more

Spilled Milk, Broken Vases… continues “The Hope Chest” part 2

My dearest Mayo: I don’t know why now, after all these years, but I was remembering the day you enticed and persuaded me and Little Fredo to follow you outside to Senor Viejo’s trees and steal the most delicious mangoes that I  would ever eat—but then everything does seem to taste that much better when it is forbidden....more