Act Your Age

By Sarah (Living Between the Lines)

When I turned 25 years old, I had a minor meltdown.  I sat on my friend Rick’s couch and just wailed about how I was “getting ready to be thirty!”  I just thought that my life was over!  Rick, bless his heart, had the patience of Job and though I’m sure he rolled his eyes, he listened and tried to sympathize.  

When I turned 29 years old, I really started to panic.  I saw 30 rolling in like a freight train and all I could focus on was what I felt I had missed in life.  For a few months, I caught myself really whining at God about it.  But my 30th birthday came and went and soon I noticed that 30 wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it was.

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"Because I Said So!"

By MAD21

I was reading Kristen's blog, We Are THAT Family, yesterday. She had a great post called, "Things I Say in a Day." In it she listed the funny "momisms" she finds herself saying to her kids. It was so fun reading her list, as well as all the comments she received, but all I could think of was Bill Cosby. He has a fabulous video called, "Bill Cosby Himself" that he filmed in 1983. It has always been one of my favorites because it's just so funny (and real). The majority of his material in his video is related to family, and even though I was only a teenager when I first saw it, it was still funny. But now, as a parent, it has taken on a whole new meaning and hilarity.

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Life Is Funny: Dead Fish!

By MAD21

About a month ago, I posted an article regarding what we do in our house to determine who goes first when we do things. Playing Rock, Paper, Scissors is a silly game that my girls love and are usually happy with the outcome.

That being said, there are a few times when things don't quite work out the way we plan. Our youngest has recently been choosing the same thing every time we play, something our oldest has picked up on. So needless to say, our youngest has been losing... a lot.

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Girl Interrupted

By Michelle (Graceful, Faith in the Everyday)

Obedience. What do you think of when you hear the word obedience? My dad was a sergeant major in the Army for 37 years, so for me, the word obedience conjures images of obeying the barked command, “Michelle! Get your head outta your duffle bag!”

St. Benedict, I’m learning, had a different view. As I methodically make my way through a book called St. Benedict’s Toolbox: The Nuts and Bolts of Everyday Benedictine Living, by Jane Tomaine (stay tuned for more on this topic; during Lent I’ll be writing a Blogging Benedict series), I came across an intriguing interpretation of the word obedience.

"I read somewhere a long time ago that life happens in the interruptions," writes Tomaine. "Interruptions are opportunities to practice obedience."

As a mother to two young boys, my life is a constant stream of interruption. No matter what I’m doing – writing, reading, cleaning, cooking, dressing, eyebrow plucking – I am interrupted. "Mommy! I’m thirsty!" "Mommy, can you wipe my bum?" "Mommy, come look at the cardinal!" "Mommy, can you read me a book?" Frankly these endless interruptions make for a fragmented, disjointed existence.

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Life Is Funny: Bring Your Doll!

By MAD21

One of my best friends and her husband, lovingly known as Aunt K and Uncle C by my daughters, came by for a visit last week for my oldest's birthday. While Uncle C may look like the tall, strong retired police officer that he is, to my girls, he is just another kid. While Aunt K and I were visiting, Uncle C was on the floor playing with Barbies, Littlest Pet Shop and PollyPocket dolls, voices and all. (Which alone would be funny enough to recall for this post, but I'll leave that to your imagination for now.)

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