Eight is Great

This is Baby Bee.  She’s not much of a baby anymore, but that’s here name here and I don’t think I’ll get a new one to stick. She turns eight today. She’s a skinny string bean.  She is bumpy and knobby.   She folds up into small places like laps and the warm place behind your…

The Sweet Spot

The changing landscape of my family has been hard on me. I am the sort of person who roots herself into home and routine and the usualness of life. For fourteen years, I was the stay at home and my primary task was caring for our little children. It was a role I relished, loved…

The First Day-2016

In just a blink…. The Princess, kindergarten The Princess, 11th grade. The summer is over…. Littlebit, Kindergarten   Littlebit, Fourth Grade And the school year begins. Baby Bee, Kindergarten Baby Bee, First grade. Good luck this school year, Moms and Dads and Kiddos. 

Not that Blue

April is Autism Awareness month and multiple Autism organizations encourage people to wear blue to further awareness?  I guess I’ve never understood the whole raising awareness thing.  Are there people who don’t know about Autism or breast cancer or something?  And, does my wearing blue change that.  I think I like the idea of wearing…

Halfway

This week marks the halfway point of our school year. The Princess has exams scheduled and we’ll be getting home three sets of report cards in just a few weeks. The Princess is having a great year. Littlebit has struggled in a few places, but her teacher assures us that it’s pretty normal because of…

The Hand-Me-Down Dilemma

Littlebit and Baby Bee are two years, 10 months and 2 weeks apart and through them, Big Daddy and I have become HUGE advocates of having your children close together.  Parenting two children that are close in age is a far more pleasant experience than trying to find ways to bridge a six and a…

The First Month of School

I cried, on an off, since May.  I really did. I couldn’t even drop Baby Bee off at her last day of school.  I didn’t want to be That Mom, openly weeping as I loaded my child into the car for the last preschool pick up. I cried because Baby Bee is my last baby. …

More Than One Handful

Six years ago, on a bright June morning Baby Bee decided to be impatient and arrive just about two weeks before my due date.  My sister dropped everything to drive in from Michigan to give us a hand (and got a monster sunburn in the deal).  I don’t buy into superstition and things, but Baby…

The Last Preschool Day

Eleven and a half years ago, I held the hand of a little blonde girl. She wore overalls and a bright blue t-shirt that set off her eyes and a purple backpack with a big yellow smiley face on it. We walked, hand in hand, to a little brick building on a little lake. She…

Everything and Nothing

Baby Bee swings her feet as she sits on a chair in front of the tv. She’s home with a cold. Her colds get annoying because Baby Bee gets obsessive about coughing and clearing her throat. I try to remind her that she’s fine. That she doesn’t need to cough like that. I try to…