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Luckiest Mom, My Hero

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This amazing helper, my hero, had the whole car packed with groceries, while I changed a diaper in the front seat. Saw a woman chuckling as she drove off. We shared a knowing look that yes, I have a very special boy. #proudmama #parenting #lovethisboy #oldsoul #luckiestmom

Six Years Ago

Feeling sentimental because six years ago (back in June), we held this roly-poly tomato-red little guy in our arms and didn’t know what to call him. This grumpy, pensive little porker with a big appetite. Fast forward six years, and other than that appetite you’ve changed so very much!

Davis the Thinker


This week alone you have demonstrated how mature you are and how much you can appreciate your role as big brother. But this post is all about you and not the rest of us. Continue reading Six Years Ago

He Speaks the Truth

Had to share how the conversation went with me and little D at Hobby Lobby today.


Me: I promised Daddy I wouldn’t buy anything.

D: ooooh let’s get this.

Me: yeah that is exactly why we don’t come here. “Ooooh” is a bad thing.

D: why mommy?

Me: because that’s what you say when you like something… And we can’t buy it!

Not 3 minutes later I stop at this wall decor item that totally belongs over my soon-to-be empty mantle and I hear “ooooo” come out of my mouth. I’m laughing at myself and the fact that there is surely someone around who has overheard this whole conversation. And then little man pops up in my aisle, grabs my arms,

“Mom! You’re getting distracted!”Can’t really beat that. So we bought our measly roll of magnet tape (another story about that here) and left.

The truth hurts

Me: A small java chip frappuccino, please
Davis: Mom, just get me a milk please
Me: We are going home you can get milk there
Davis: Yeah well you can get coffee there, too, Mom!

Touché my son, touché. But we don’t have java chips and whip cream at home is what I said under my breath while I fought back the laughter at his painful truth. And I took my drink sheepishly from the barista at the window and drove home to enjoy it, in peace! But turns out drowning in guilt doesn’t let you be peaceful. Oh well! It was still good!

(Let it be known, my husband who doesn’t drink coffee, chortled proudly at his son’s grasp of reality).

Our Warrior Gets A Medal

Showing off her medal. Big D wanted her to have it because she deserves it more than he does. #hisidea #sweetboy #epilepsywarrior #brainsurgery

Had to come add to this.

This boy of mine knows what melts my heart. He received this medal for reaching a reading milestone at school. (Many children got it). But he still was very excited!

So a couple days later when we were at home and Reese did something, he said she really was doing great things and he wanted her to get a medal. Before we even left for hospital he was hanging his medal on her door to be hers. Can’t believe that a week later he is still thinking about it and wanted to bring it to her in the hospital.

These are the moments that tell me in his own way he is worrying about her, thinking about her and above all missing her, and us.

It is so hard being the sibling. We are so proud of how he is coping with it all. And to be sure they know how special their love is I have documented it here as proof for those moments down the road when they aren’t getting along. 🙂 Even then, we will be grateful that they can have those moments because it will mean Reese will have come so far.