I fear Jedi’s diabetes most while he’s sleeping. It’s all a matter of the unknown. I have no idea how he’s doing and I don’t know if he’d jolt awake with a major blood sugar dip. My heart pauses for the slightest moment every morning I go in to drag him out of bed, thinking … [Read more]
I’m a firm believer in picking your battles. That there are some things just not worth fighting over. Don’t make a mountain out of a molehill. You’ve gotta know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em.
There’s no need to go on, right?
This is especially true in parenthood, where if I chose … [Read more]
She wants to know.
There has to be an answer.
Punctuated in every conversation, stirred even from silence.
It’s heard constantly in my house these days.
It’s a good question. One that I often ask myself. Though maybe not to such extremes. I admit I am not a patient teacher, and the why’s are … [Read more]
It involves a lot of cursing.
Somehow, in the middle of the night, my daughter got a glob of Silly Putty adhered to her favorite fleece nightgown as well as the elastic band on the leg of her underwear. My kids bring all sorts of weird things to bed with them, but this was new. … [Read more]