by Robin | Jul 29, 2010 | Faith, Family, Favorite things, Field Trip, Kids, Mom stuff, Parenting, Science, Southern, y'all, Teens & Tweens, Weather
"Come on, Mom, we're going on a field trip." It was after 11:00 and I had just gotten up from bed to start the laundry load forgotten earlier, aggravated at myself but knowing she needed "that" shirt and "those" shorts by 7:00 a.m....
by Robin | Jul 27, 2010 | Humor, Kids, Mom stuff, Parenting, Personal, Teens & Tweens, youtube ROCKS!
There’s just something about the excitement of a child–adrenaline-filled Christmas-morning anticipation, the kind of waiting-for that slows days into 24-hour eternities. His eyes have been locked on the calendar for this day. He’ll defy death...
by Robin | Jul 21, 2010 | Advice, Encouragement, Faith, Kids, Mom stuff, Music, Parenting, Personal, Teens & Tweens, Videos, youtube ROCKS!
"We're the nerds…we sit at the nerd table at lunch." It wasn't a pity party or a passive-aggressive attempt to coax a compliment from me, it was a declarative statement, a matter-of-fact assessment of "who" they were by one of their...
by Robin | Jul 9, 2010 | Advice, Chattanooga, Faith, friendship, Kids, Mom stuff, Parenting, Personal
It was supposed to take 15 minutes, tops. "Best laid plans" I would think later.Headed out of town the next morning, I dropped by the mall after work to pick up two things before going home to start dinner. Landing a close parking space, I...
by Robin | Jun 15, 2010 | Family Traditions, Favorite things, God's Country, Kiawah Island, Nature, Nostalgia, Parenting, Personal, Southern, y'all, Travel
{Note: This is one time you'll want to click pictures to supersize them!In this case, bigger is better!!} The mecca of our family's summer pilgrimage is more than sand and sea… It's where the wild things are. The only high rises are Live Oaks older...
by Robin | Jun 11, 2010 | Family, Humor, Kids, Mom stuff, Parenting, Personal, Photos, Poetry, Teens & Tweens
The Malodorous Plight of Mother and Son "The foulest stench is in the airThe funk of forty thousand years*"I hold my breath, near despairWicked boys, give way to cheers.Confined within too small a spacePutrid, vile, scent-clouds descendI cover nose,...