There’s TROUBLE… …because Sam can’t buckle his seatbelt. Ever. Seriously, every time we get in the car he’s got some seatbelt drama. Stuck. Twisted. Wonky clasp. Too small. Too big. “I’M HAVING TROUBLE!” he calls. …Sam is in a falling down phase. Notice the bandaged knees. There are matching cuts on his chin and elbows....Continue Reading
This is Nate’s Tuesday and Thursday view. The two of us, out running errands while the other kids are all at school. We chat. I make train noises while I push the cart through grocery store aisles and around parking lots. He snacks and babbles, and occasionally cries. Summer’s coming. Like every summer since our...Continue Reading
How can I be so sick and tired when this is the inspirational view from my window? I didn’t actually take this through my bedroom window. For this happy, sunny picture, I found my camera and rushed to snap these twirling, screaming girls. But I was in bed for much of the rest of the...Continue Reading
Nate loves balls. He’ll hold onto one for minutes, close to his chest, and then finally throw it. And then he crawls after it, picks it up, and starts again. M and I have been so impressed with his focus that we rewarded him. We filled the pack and play with 300 (!) bright, plastic...Continue Reading
Sam is the interrogator. Seriously. He asks questions like it’s his profession. No, more serious than that. Like they’re going out of style? Like a man on a mission? Take your pick. But the boy is curious. Which is smart and healthy and normal, right? I don’t know about this level of questioning. The other...Continue Reading
A favorite song of the Hergenrader kids…to their dad: That’s right you’re not from TexasThat’s right you’re not from TexasThat’s right you’re not from TexasBut Texas wants you anyway You just tell ’em you’re not from TexasThat’s right you’re not from TexasThat’s right you’re not from TexasBut Texas wants you anyway That’s right you’re not...Continue Reading
…I want to remember how much my husband has taken care of me. There have been so many nights when our kitchen looks like a hungry army (our kids) has trampled through. Oh, and by the way, that hungry army still needs baths and pjs and prayers. On those nights, he kisses my forehead, tells...Continue Reading
This weekend was Ellie’s big ballet recital. The day had it all…months of practice, frilly leotard costume, Grandma in town, big stage, bright lights, make-up (don’t get me started, that’s another post), flowers, and toe-twirling. It was quite a show. But, like the woman sitting behind us said, “There are two shows here today.” There...Continue Reading
Epstein Barr Virus: 1… Tina Hergenrader: 0 That’s the official tally here after the past few days. I was feeling better, more like myself. Then, from nowhere, this virus has taken over again. If I was a high-energy person before, this virus has boomeranged me to depths of fatigue I couldn’t have imagined before. Praise...Continue Reading
