Tea Party Birthday for a Fashionista

Christine’s first word was, “shoe.” It should have been my first indication that by Continue reading

Mom, I bet you canNOT do it

Dear Lindsey,

Potty Training toddlers was so fun! and not! all at the same time. I remember sticking strongly to a Bible verse: Romans 8:38 -“For I am persuaded that neither death nor Continue reading

It’s not Where but Who

Dear Lindsey,

After Nate (12) looked at my photos on my iPad from last year’s trip to Bora Bora, he said, (conniving a trip for himself) “I think Dad’s next book should be: A week of Bora Bora“! Continue reading

Shout Out to Dads!

Dear Lindsey,

You probably remember from my recent post, “Shout Out to Moms!” that I love audience participation and would love to hear from YOU. This time, I would love to Continue reading

To do? Thing 1 and Thing 2

Dear Lindsey,

Patrick Lencioni, in his book, Five Laws of Decline, defines one of the reasons for being miserable on a job as having “immeasurable goals.” Continue reading

Sunrise, Sunset, Fishing for Memories

Dear Lindsey,

There have been so many times when I have felt like I was not thriving but barely surviving motherhood. By far, one of the most challenging was when my youngest was crying all the Continue reading

Art Exchange


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Dear Lindsey, I found a note on my desk from my daughter. It read, “Dear Mom, I borrowed some paper but will give some art.”  As the paper was indeed returned in its promised form, I was pleased and impressed … Continue reading

Call Mom!

J.R. (6), who is smart as a whip, is just learning phone manners. I try to teach my kids to answer our home phone, “Hello, Brady Residence, this is _______,”  as I was taught as a child.

He has even memorized my 10-digit phone number. He called me once last week, and it went like this:

Me: “Hello?”

J.R.: “Brady residence, this is J.R. Who is this?”

Me: “This is Mom. You called me, so you don’t say the ‘Brady residence’ part, ok?”

I have been playing the piano for Casey’s school choir one day/week. Since I homeschool the younger three (ages 11, 8 and 6), they are left by themselves- a new thing now that the 14-yr-old goes to school.  I guess, because it is new that they are home without Casey, they feel the need to call me. (even when Chris is home!!) Last Monday, my phone had seven missed calls from the “Brady residence” in the one hour I was gone!

So Friday, when I left for a short appointment, I gave more explicit instructions. “I am only going for one hour. Please do not make my phone ring, unless it is your last call before dialing 911.”

I was gone ten minutes when my phone rang.

Me: “Hello?”

J.R.: “Hi Mom, what time is it?”

Me: “3:00”

J.R. “ok, thanks.” click.

I said a quiet prayer, thanking God he hadn’t called 911…yet.


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Raising Readers

“The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who cannot read them.” – Mark Twain

Dear Lindsey,

I took three of my kids to the dentist this week- the normal every 6 months habit. We walked into the waiting room, books in hand. (Aside: I really believe if I bring my book, my wait is less. If I forget my book, the wait is longer. It is like a Murphy’s Law for me!) The television had been playing to an empty room, and was set to a morning talk show. A commercial came on with a famous female commentator asking a woman, “Did you kiss her? Did you like it?”  I had no idea what was coming, but I quickly jumped up to turn off Read more of this letter

“Mom, I need the bug swatter thing.”

After bedtime, Casey (3) was at the top of the stairs yelling for me.  When I arrived, he said, “Can you please get me the bug swatter thing? There are two bugs: one here [by the gate] and one in your room.” I said , “What were you doing in my room? You’re supposed to be in bed.” His eyes got HUGE as if to wonder how I knew he was in my room.  Finally, he answered, “I was looking to see if you had any bugs.”