Well, now that I’ve let the cat out of the bag about Miss Mouse … Ok, that was funny! I typed it before I even realized how it might sound. I’m cracking myself up. I know, I know. Easily entertained. It’s a contagious condition I got from my boys. Everyone knows that boys are easily entertained. Passing gas entertains them. { read more… }

Here’s how the story started. It was about three weeks before Christmas. I received a text from Cameron. Cameron: mom what do you want for christmas (Please note: The lack of capitals and punctuation is all him.) Me (replying to Cameron and adding Logan to the text): An iHome dock for my iPhone/iPad and a fancy mouse. Logan: what the { read more… }

I think I learned early on… actually, very early on… actually from the very day my first child was born… that there was nothing I wouldn’t do for my boys. I mean, after all…I’ve been spit up on and pooped on. I’ve cleaned up vomit. I’ve stayed up all night to help finish a school project (maybe even when I { read more… }

Well, here’s the happy news at the Kendrick house. Brad got a perfect bill of health at his checkup this past week. I have been doing the happy dance and praising God ever since our family doctor called with the blood test results. Now you’re probably thinking… has Brad been sick? No, of course not. He’s just absolutely the most { read more… }