No Namby Pambies In Our House (and a book inspiration)

Talk to the hand

I will not raise namby pambies. I want my children to know work. To grow-up to be independent, contributing members of society. To have common sense. And to understand that no one is entitled to anything in life; if you want something (anything, really), you better be prepared to work for it. This mom won’t coddle her kids forever and have a 30 year-old child still living at home someday. Nope. Continue reading

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Settling

We are settling in. We are missing one another. Allison and Lindsay are doing fine but they miss their Dad in subtle and not-so-subtle ways.

“Daddy and I were stuck like glue,” Allison cried yesterday. “Now I am stuck with you.”

I know what she means. Continue reading

Can you teach an old cat new tricks?

Henry

You see that handsome fella there?  That’s Henry.  He’s 18.  Continue reading

Pseudo Stay-at-Home-Mom

puzzled-lindsay

It’s the unknown that’s rattling me.

For the last few months I have been a pseudo stay-at-home mom. And I am not sure what I think about it.

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