I must warn you: This post has no pictures today. I am not doing this because it is Good Friday, a day of fasting and abstinence and the most solemn day of the year.My camera is not broken, and I have not given up taking pictures.No, I’m afraid The CatholicRead More
“Mama,” Daniel told me the other day, “I know how to count in Spanish!”“You do?” I was impressed. Who knew Pre-K was so advanced! “Can I hear it?”“Well, I only know ‘three,’” he said. “I think it’s ‘tray-del.’”Read More
After avoiding organized sports for years, we’re taking the soccer plunge this fall—with both boys.I have been worried about sacrificing our family time for sports. What I didn’t know is that you don’t just show up and start kicking a soccer ball. You have to wear shin guards and cleats.SoRead More
My brother and I were playing with our children in my parents’ backyard last weekend when a few raindrops started falling.“It’s raining,” I said. “We might have to go inside soon.”“No, it’s not raining here,” said my nephew. “It’s just raining in the front yard.”We looked, and it was true.Read More
A few days ago I wrote about my frantic search for our younger son’s baptism photo and I referred to the “anonymous family member or friend” who had taken it. That’s my thumb covering our son’s face, just to add to the general confusion. The actual photoRead More
For years my parents have talked about redoing their kitchen. After a while, I stopped listening—well, until my father said, “We’re thinking we will just move in with you while the construction is happening.”That got my attention.The construction started last week, but my parents have not moved in with us—muchRead More
I’ve already written about my least favorite Olympic moment of the week. My favorite—and likely Baltimore’s favorite—moment: when Michael Phelps went from near tears to laughter while the national anthem played, all because some Baltimorean friends yelled out “Oh!” during the anthem. That’s what we do in Charm City to honor our Orioles.EmbedRead More
I am not a morning person.If it weren’t for our 8-year-old son, I’m not sure when I would get out of bed. But he wakes up early—just like his father—and comes in to get me up to start the day.So I leave my warm, cozy bed and head to the kitchenRead More
Before I became a mother, I imagined bedtime as a peaceful time. I would rock my child while reading a story. Then, after prayers and maybe a lullaby, I’d tuck our sweet little one into bed.That's not really how it works around here. In reality, brushing teeth is about asRead More