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Keeping Score

I was doing my usual Saturday morning routine of cleaning everything in sight. With toilet brush in hand, I heard the familiar request.

"Play with us, Mom.  You can be the General."

Sigh.  "I can't.  I am cleaning the bathrooms."  Cory and Silas, in the middle of a game of battle, knew it was futile to ask again.  Especially on Saturday morning. 

As I swished the Comet around the toilet, an idea struck.  I stepped out of the upstairs bathroom and peered over the railing, searching for my two little soldiers.

How to Make a Monster

Maybe it's  because Halloween is almost upon us that I have monsters on my mind.  Perhaps you have seen one in the grocery store, the mall, or  (as we all have occasionally) lurking about in your own home.  

Whether you have one or ten kids, parenting is exhausting.  It is a full time job about which you must be relentless.  But in case you're feeling too weary for the task, here is my recipe for creating your own little monster. 


Iwill never forget the first time we were Booed just after we moved here, proving once again that, yes, Virginia is for lovers.  

With October still young, it's not too late to start this tradition.  Besides, with creepy clowns in the headlines lately, it might be just the thing to ease your kids' minds. Now that I am in a new neighborhood, in fact, I am thinking about starting it myself.

Boo! (reposted from October, 2012)

Last Saturday night just after dark the Sims family was sitting in the den enjoying the fireplace and a little TV when the doorbell rang.

The Wonder of It All

I hope my long absence from the blog hasn't gone unnoticed.  A lot has been simmering at our house and this week it is boiling (and I am bubbling) over.  My heart is so full. 

For the last four years (plus a year at the Prep School) our son has been on a journey to graduate from West Point. It is a goal he has had since he was about seven, when he told his dad he wanted to be a soldier. I had never even heard of the place, but the Captain put the dream in Matt's heart.  "If you want to be a soldier, you should go to West Point.

What a Privilege

What a difference twenty years makes. 

Twenty years ago we began attending Bellevue Baptist Church in Memphis.  It didn't take long to plug into a Sunday school class, making fast friends with other couples who were also trying to decipher how to raise kids.  After Sunday school, we sat under the teaching of Dr. Adrian Rogers--truly one of the greatest preachers ever. What a privilege.

By the time number five was on the way, I realized I was in way over my head.  I became a regular at the Thursday morning MOMS Bible study with Jean Stockdale.
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