Sunday, August 13, 2017

Cockroaches And Courage!

I once peed on a cockroach.


Seriously! No lie! It. Was. Frightening. It was an experience I will never forget! (Especially since that disgusting creepy crawler was the size of a cat!)

Sunday, July 30, 2017

I Feel Happy When...

Mr. Matt has a bushy beard that hides thumbprint-sized dimples in his cheeks. ("Social workers can't afford razors," he jokes.) His eyes are kind, his office is small, and he has a magnificent way with Camren. He holds his hand. He calls him "Buddy." He sees Camren's delightful sense of humor beneath his hardheadedness and often-abrasive nature.


In Mr. Matt's office, we can hear the hum of a lawn mower through the open window. The water feature plugged into the wall beside the bookcase gurgles and drips. We sit in chairs in a triangle formation and talk about our feelings. I feel happy when... I feel sad when... I feel angry when...

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Now They Will Have Peace!

I distinctly remember a time I overheard Lilly playing with her dolls.


She was a sweet and saucy three-year-old who had just discovered the wonders of her imagination and "pretend play." I was wiping down kitchen counters--remnants of spilled breakfast cereal left to petrify on the formica unless I acted fast--while she played in the adjacent living room. I could hear her tiny voice playing the parts of both the mommy doll and the daddy doll, which she clutched in her hands:

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Playing Dead

Initially, we thought signing Bridget up for soccer was a good idea.


And why wouldn't we think that?! She is rambunctious and fearless. She has the hyperactivity of a caffeinated border collie. She adores playing outside in the sunshine. We figured she would love running up and down a green, grassy field, kicking a soccer ball with a small "herd" of other three-year-olds!

Friday, April 28, 2017

Growing Up Is Hard To Do

My daughter, Lilly, is growing up.


And quite frankly, it's killing me!

I mean, I knew it was inevitable...right? The natural progression of life tells us that aging happens--day by day, year by year; there is no stopping it. I see the telltale signs of it in the little lines on my face and in my neck. I feel the telltale signs of it when I think I'm young enough to stay up for a midnight movie, and then fall asleep halfway through! It stinks.