by Robin | Oct 1, 2010 | Family, Kids, Mom stuff, Parenting, Personal, Smiles, Teens & Tweens
Before it should have mattered, my youngest noticed Time. Before he could even tell it, he was obsessed with it. His insatiable need-to-know about plans and schedule for, well… anything… bordered on O/C. He didn't stop...
by Robin | Sep 19, 2010 | Blogging, Family, Funny Stuff!, Kids, Mom stuff, Parenting, Personal, Teens & Tweens
"You're gonna blog about how you made a mistake, Mom…aren't you?" my daughter, unamused, not so much suggesting as demanding. I blame it on Fighting Gravity. They were the ones who in the first place. I was...
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 16, 2010 | Advice, Books, Chattanooga, Encouragement, Family, Favorite things, friendship, Great ideas!, Life Philosophy, Mom stuff, Personal, Teens & Tweens, Writing
Sometimes you strike gold when you aren’t even mining for it. The idea was planted the way a lot of great ideas are–buried in the loamy subconscious, waiting to burst surface at just the right time. The blame–no, make that credit–goes to Don...