
And the reverse:
Contract signing time!

2012–101 Tips for a Happier Marriage

2015–101 Tips for Marrying the Right Person (I can’t believe I’m wearing the exact same shirt!)
And now…
The kind that take pictures like this… Read the rest of this entry
Sometimes when a diaper fills with something more significant than the liquid stuff, it’s obvious because it comes out like machine gun rapid fire. Other times it’s more subtle. That kind you only discover when it’s leaking. And when do those blow-outs most often occur?
You guessed it. When you’re in public. And the best place ever? At church. But fear not! Here’s how to change a diaper blow-out in 30 easy steps.

Hmmm… to poop or not to poop? Is that really a question?

I can poop with my eyes closed!

Yeah, I did that.
We visited my parents at their new home in New Mexico. It was definitely spacious and went beyond the needs of two people. Nonetheless, my darling seven-year-old announced: “Our house is much bigger. When we get home, I’m going to be like, ‘Our house is so nice!'”
Groan.

On a walk in my parents’ ‘hood. So incredibly peaceful and quiet here.
Another time she said, “These eggs are delicious, Nagy Mama.” (Hungarian for grandma)
“Why, thank you!”
“Because I like things that are burnt.”
Facepalm!

The view from their front yard. I got to watch the sun setting on these hills every night. Gorgeous!
Yes, we’re back from our trip to New Mexico. I’ll post pics of the incredible vistas soon. But first, this story from a friend’s Christmas card. When I asked her permission to use it, she said it’s a story that’s meant to be shared. So here we go.
Her 12 year-old son was in a car accident with two other boys and the driver. The car was hit, flipped over once or twice, and the back passenger seats were completely torn off from the rest of the car. (Yeah. That’s a crazy bad accident.) The driver was not too bad off, but one of the boys was sadly killed and another was life flighted away with serious injuries. Amazingly, after lots of work done, he walked out of the hospital five days later, completely and fully recovered.
My friend’s son woke up in the grass 20 yards away from the crash, even though his seatbelt was still buckled in the car.
Yep, you read that right. Read the rest of this entry
You want me to eat you?
At 10:00 on Sunday mornings, the kids are supposed to get ready for church. My husband said to them, “Girls, it’s 10:00.”
No movement.
“You need to tell them what that means,” I said.
“Girls, it’s 10:00, which means the short hand is on the 10 and the long hand is on the 12.”
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Husband and I recently got to drive alone in our little red car instead of having to take the big van. I was delighted to be in my old car again. I lovingly stroked the dash and reminded him, “This car is older than our marriage.” Read the rest of this entry
I asked the girls if someone could grab socks for Joe. Two of them yelled, “I will,” and ran off. They returned with these.
“You couldn’t agree on which socks he should wear, huh?” Read the rest of this entry