Hot! Hot! Hot! That’s what this week has been–and promises to be with temps in the nineties for the foreseeable future. Complaining? Never. I can’t imagine more beautiful weather. After a long, cold winter (in Texas that means sweater weather that lasted into March), the Hergenrader Family is so ready to sweat out the summer....Continue Reading
Life is full of seasons. The Season of Career, The Season of Friends, The Season of Health, The Season of Weddings, The Season of Learning, The Season of Faith. I’ve embraced all these at one time or another–and each one has provided me with so many moments of happiness and growth. Right now I’m in...Continue Reading
I’m not exactly sure when this “living in the car” started. But the Age of the Minivan is upon the kids and me–and if I eat another Number 13 from Jack in the Box, drink another Diet Cherry Limeade from Sonic, or settle another argument over CD preferences it will be too soon. Life in...Continue Reading
This picture looks a bit like I imagine homeschooled kids look–the matching outfits, the focused concentration on the kids’ faces, and the intense learning (well, except for Sam who seems to have his father’s love for books–or aversion, as the case may be).Of course I’m perpetuating homeschooling stereotypes by these statements, but that’s only because...Continue Reading
It’s Kissing Season in the Hergenrader House.Catie is very interested in who’s “allowed” to kiss on the lips, and Sam and Ellie have finally mastered big smacks that don’t involve opening their mouths.This means lots of kissing, all the time.I told Catie that moms and dads are the only ones who kiss on the lips...Continue Reading
It’s official. I expect too much of my strollers. My expectations for cribs, car seats, and high chairs? Totally in-check. I can pick one of those out in about ten minutes (M. would probably disagree, but as the chief puke-cleaner in the family, he cares more about ease of cleaning than the color wheel or...Continue Reading
The answer? No. Probably not.Sunday is the start of my third trimester. We’re going to have a baby! This realization has slowly dawned on me. Really dawned on me. And nothing makes impending birth feel more real than gaining five pounds of baby in one month and not sleeping.The not sleeping is an unfortunate development...Continue Reading
Summer is almost here (well, not according to the actual calendar, but we live in Texas so anything not Christmas is almost summer). For the Hergenraders that means Uncrustables straight out of the freezer, way too many nights eating on BerryHill’s patio, and lots of birthday parties. The twins and Mike are all in June,...Continue Reading
While we were sharing the peace this Sunday at church, the elderly man behind us pointed to my (huge!) belly and said, “I don’t know if that’s a boy or a girl…but I’m sure it’s a blonde.” So true. I’ll have to steal that line. Who would’ve thought our blonde genes would run so strong...Continue Reading
But you can’t pick your twin’s nose. Thank Goodness. I thought we had gotten through Cold Season without the start of the dreaded picking. But the picking usually starts at age three–and the twins were pre-mature. Maybe the stage will hit strong this summer. Ugh.Continue Reading
