Mark will always be my rainbow baby – the baby who came after the storm of losing a child. He brought hope during a time that I questioned God, and he reminded me that I could be happy again. With... Continue reading →
Both boys are actually napping at the same time – a luxury that seems to rarely happen. I figured I would spend a few minutes dusting off the blog now that I am beginning to find my bearings with two... Continue reading →
I was working on dinner in the kitchen. “Mark Robert!” I called suspiciously. “Mawk Wobewt!” he responded in an almost mocking tone. I shook my head trying not to laugh out loud. “Do not touch the folded laundry on the... Continue reading →
I watched helplessly from across the kitchen as a feisty toddler innocently pulled at a teacup from its place of prominence on a shelf. All I could do was yell, “Mark, no!” and then watch it smash to pieces as... Continue reading →