Please don’t post THAT

This young girl from church posted a pic of her … um… derrière on Instagram and Facebook. (I’m talking about a girl who is over 18 here, by the way. I’m not calling her mother. I know that was your first thought. ) I was surprised to see said posterior on social media for all to

The Boo Cave

Boo turned twelve in December. This means she has entered full teenager-mode. (In my experience, female children don’t wait for age 13 to be “Teens.” Girls are so precocious, you know!) So Boo has entered semi-hibernation for the next few years, planning to only emerge from her room (now known as The Boo Cave) for

Sisters Reunited Part 2

I mentioned before that my teenage daughters have been expressing their affection for each other by fighting a lot. Here’s an example: We went out to eat at a nice restaurant with the kids and their grandparents. We had to ride in a small elevator from the parking garage. It was pretty crowded in the

Sisters Reunited

My oldest daughter, ET, is  home for Christmas. (She has been going to school on the mainland.) Everyone is happy to see her, especially her closest sister, GG . Unfortunately, these two manifest their affection for each other by “play” fighting all over the house. It’s driving me crazy. I’m calmly reading a book in

Parking Far Away

I took the kids to Wal-Mart and parked at the back of the lot to avoid the craziness near the store. GG (my 13-year-old) complained. GG: Awwww! Why’d you park so far away?! Me: You can walk. It will be good for you. GG: (with attitude) Are you calling me fat? Me: No. GG: Good.

Moms are so embarrassing!

Everyone has a story about being embarrassed by their mother when they were younger. Some are worse than others, of course. (For a story about how I embarrassed my own teenager click here.) My personal embarrassing memories are pretty tame. For example, I was extremely mortified by my mother when I was in junior high