I've Got Girls, She's Got Boys: 10 Things To Love About Both

A few weeks ago, my friend Julie wrote a guest post called “You Might Be a Home Schooler If…” for this blog. 

I couldn’t write that post, because I’m not a home schooler.

I also can’t write a post about being a mom of boys, because I’m not one of those, either.  But Julie can, because she is. So she did.

What I can write about is being a mom of girls. So that’s what I’ve done.

This isn’t about stereotyping or labeling or pigeonholing kids based on their gender. We’re not trying to say all boys do this or all girls do that. We’re just saying that this is what life with boys and life with girls looks like for us, respectively. And, for that matter, respectfully.

Whether you’re a mom of boys or a mom of girls or mom of a mixed company, hop on over to Her View From Home to see what Julie and I think you might love about it as much as we do. 

*This post may have been gratefully shared at these bloggy bashes.*

Makeover Monday: A Guest Post By Someone Who Needed One (Namely, Me)

One of the happiest things to happen to me in recent memory was meeting Jennifer of Chaos2Peace. I was reading a post by another blogger (one of my favorites...Michelle of Grammie Time) and was redirected to Jennifer's site. 

Honestly, I almost didn't go. 

I know as bloggers and blog readers, it can be a pain to hop from site to site in search of the rest of a post when you've got a hundred other things you could or should be doing. But I took the trip, and thank goodness I did. 

I not only had the joy of reading the rest of Michelle's piece, I also found Jennifer's lovely blog. I started following her on the spot, and she became one of my blogging encouragers: helping me along, gently sharing some wisdom, graciously inviting her friends to like my Facebook page, and offering me the chance to be a guest on her Makeover Monday series.

Now, dearly treasured reader, I'm asking you to do what I did that day: click over to Chaos2Peace. You'll love Jennifer's blog. And while you're there, if you've got time, you can read about the makeover God's been giving me in one particular area of my life that needed some sprucing up...

Thanks for being here. Thanks for going there. You're the best.

On Feelings, French Fries, and Frozen Chocolate

Sometimes, as a mom, you find yourself going a way you've never been before. (See Joshua 3:4.)

This happens a lot with my firstborn. Because she is my Learner Child, I'm always going some way with her I've never been before.

Once in a while along that way, we run into emotional roadblocks that are not moved by my usual bag of comfort tricks.

Which is when we find ourselves doing something we've never done before.

Which is what happened a few months ago. 

Which is why we found ourselves in our pajamas, in the car, speeding toward the Wendy's drive-through and Frosty-and-French-fry therapy at 10 o'clock one night when all my other attempts at comfort had fallen short.

I'm honored to be telling the rest of this tale on Mamalode, and I'd be so grateful if you went to the trouble of continuing this sweet and salty story over there now. 

But please allow me to apologize in advance if you're hit by a sudden craving for French fries and a Frosty.

If you need Frosty therapy
but can't make it to Wendy's,
try this Frozen Hot Chocolate.
The recipe's up over on Mamalode,
along with the rest of this saga.
Consider it a reward for making the trip.